ScornedStoic
St. Dancecel
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Having regular sexual relations is imperative for a normal healthy sexuality to develop and for proper untwisted mind to progress.
This is the darkest and hardest to swallow blackpill for me. Because I was born as subhuman trash--just because I was born autistic and shorter than 80% of males--I have been denied a normal and crucial part of an adolescent's life.
Not only have I permanently missed out on what are arguably most normal people's happiest part of their lives, which they will continue to reminisce about in perpetuity--but the effects of missing out on this crucial developmental stepping stone will echo into the crippled remainder of my life.
I am now past adolescence and am living as an adult. School was long enough ago that everyone from it has long moved on. I wish I could, but the scars are souvenirs on the shelf of life that you never lose. I have to stare at them every day, and they stare back at me.
You can not claim to be incel if you have not tried everything. Being the nice guy. Trying to be alpha. Cold approaching. Looksmaxxing. Being rejected for the 50th time in a row. If all of these don't apply to you you can just hug a toaster in a bathtub for all I care, because you'll never understand my profound pain.
All I can do now is sit and wither away. Watch the faint sounds of what were once the last shards of me be absorbed by the silence. Anyone who thinks this is just about sex is either drunk on human affirmation or is purposefully burying their head in the sand to avoid realizing the pain they are too weak to handle.
But I grow weak too. Soon it will be a decade since the hormones started flooding into my brain forcing me to be high on delusions of grandeur focused on finding my one solace. Even longer since I started desperately requiring human affirmation and affection I would never receive.
This experience distorts the mind. The milestones you are biologically meant to pass, you are doomed to converge on and be unable to move past. You are left stuck with the sexuality of a post pubescent child with the mind of a scarred adult having endured a life of pure bitter malice--and sometimes, what I can't tell is worse--being completely disregarded.
I can't help but utterly despise and resent the society and human species I was born into. I can't help but think those who don't are either the reason I hate everyone, or too unbelievably stupid to understand what's going on.
Love and human affection--and the affirmation that comes with it--are as necessary as food and water. You wither without either. Yet two classes exist: The two groups men and women unfairly get to have what I need while the second class, those who are born wrong, are told not to complain of being starved.
Why does nature exist the way it does? Why does the female get to select what makes men have worthy of lives of significance, and why are some men born right while others are born wrong? It is intrinsically, absolutely, and irredeemably unfair.
I'm no fool. I know there's no overarching scheme to it. There isn't a god. We live in a completely indifferent universe--the world is not cruel, it is apathetic. Nature just simply developed this way, and men and women are both controlled by their faulty biology driven by evolution.
I just wish I would have been born right so I could have participated in it, and more importantly, never realized any of this.
This is the darkest and hardest to swallow blackpill for me. Because I was born as subhuman trash--just because I was born autistic and shorter than 80% of males--I have been denied a normal and crucial part of an adolescent's life.
Not only have I permanently missed out on what are arguably most normal people's happiest part of their lives, which they will continue to reminisce about in perpetuity--but the effects of missing out on this crucial developmental stepping stone will echo into the crippled remainder of my life.
I am now past adolescence and am living as an adult. School was long enough ago that everyone from it has long moved on. I wish I could, but the scars are souvenirs on the shelf of life that you never lose. I have to stare at them every day, and they stare back at me.
You can not claim to be incel if you have not tried everything. Being the nice guy. Trying to be alpha. Cold approaching. Looksmaxxing. Being rejected for the 50th time in a row. If all of these don't apply to you you can just hug a toaster in a bathtub for all I care, because you'll never understand my profound pain.
All I can do now is sit and wither away. Watch the faint sounds of what were once the last shards of me be absorbed by the silence. Anyone who thinks this is just about sex is either drunk on human affirmation or is purposefully burying their head in the sand to avoid realizing the pain they are too weak to handle.
But I grow weak too. Soon it will be a decade since the hormones started flooding into my brain forcing me to be high on delusions of grandeur focused on finding my one solace. Even longer since I started desperately requiring human affirmation and affection I would never receive.
This experience distorts the mind. The milestones you are biologically meant to pass, you are doomed to converge on and be unable to move past. You are left stuck with the sexuality of a post pubescent child with the mind of a scarred adult having endured a life of pure bitter malice--and sometimes, what I can't tell is worse--being completely disregarded.
I can't help but utterly despise and resent the society and human species I was born into. I can't help but think those who don't are either the reason I hate everyone, or too unbelievably stupid to understand what's going on.
Love and human affection--and the affirmation that comes with it--are as necessary as food and water. You wither without either. Yet two classes exist: The two groups men and women unfairly get to have what I need while the second class, those who are born wrong, are told not to complain of being starved.
Why does nature exist the way it does? Why does the female get to select what makes men have worthy of lives of significance, and why are some men born right while others are born wrong? It is intrinsically, absolutely, and irredeemably unfair.
I'm no fool. I know there's no overarching scheme to it. There isn't a god. We live in a completely indifferent universe--the world is not cruel, it is apathetic. Nature just simply developed this way, and men and women are both controlled by their faulty biology driven by evolution.
I just wish I would have been born right so I could have participated in it, and more importantly, never realized any of this.