Alright brocels, long time user I know, first time explaining my actual situation with a proper vent. I need to get this off my chest because I don't know where else to go where people might actually get it.
You see the title. It's not a brag, it's a confession. And a plea, I guess.
I know the official definition of incel is "involuntary celibate." And by the strict letter of the law, I guess I don't fit that. I get laid. Probably once a week on average, sometimes more, sometimes a little less. Tinder, bars, mutual friends' parties. Decent looking, I guess. Not a Chad, but not a goblin either. My job's pretty stable, so that helps. It's easy enough to get them back to my place, or theirs. Get the job done.
Here's the kicker, though: It's just… hollow. Like eating a huge meal that has no nutritional value. You're full, but you're still starving. It's small talk, a bit of fumbling, the act itself, then a polite 'see ya' or the slow fade. Every single time.
Because despite all that, I am utterly, hopelessly, involuntarily celibate when it comes to meaningful connection. To a relationship. To someone who actually wants to spend time with me beyond the horizontal tango. I want to wake up next to someone and talk about dumb shit, make coffee, plan a weekend trip. I want to have a real conversation, a proper date, not just a pre-sex screening. I want to be chosen for more than just a momentary physical release.
Every woman I've ever gotten close enough to for casual sex, when I try to hint at something more, or suggest a second, proper date that isn't just a prelude to the bedroom, it's like a wall comes up. "Oh, you're great, but I'm not looking for anything serious right now." Or they just ghost. Or they friend-zone me after the fact, like I'm some kind of emotional support sex toy.
It's actually worse than being celibate, I sometimes think. At least then you have the fantasy, the hope that if you just could get laid, things would be different. But I'm living proof that it changes nothing. It just highlights the chasm between physical intimacy and emotional connection. It just reinforces that I'm apparently only good enough for one thing. My "bedroom reports" would be off the charts, but my "relationship report" is a big fat zero.
Every normie I talk to, bless their oblivious hearts, just says "Oh, you're getting laid? What's the problem? That's half the battle!" No, you clueless bastards, that's like saying a thirsty man with a leaky bucket isn't thirsty because he keeps scooping water.
So yeah, I am an incel, just with a weekly reminder of exactly what I don't have. I'm celibate from love, from companionship, from a future. Is it me? Am I broadcasting 'casual only' vibes even when I try not to? Am I emotionally crippled from years of this? Do I just pick the wrong women? Or are women just… not looking for that from guys like me?
Cheers, NeverGetUp
Ps. Don't even think about reporting me. Mods already know my situation from when I signed up
You see the title. It's not a brag, it's a confession. And a plea, I guess.
I know the official definition of incel is "involuntary celibate." And by the strict letter of the law, I guess I don't fit that. I get laid. Probably once a week on average, sometimes more, sometimes a little less. Tinder, bars, mutual friends' parties. Decent looking, I guess. Not a Chad, but not a goblin either. My job's pretty stable, so that helps. It's easy enough to get them back to my place, or theirs. Get the job done.
Here's the kicker, though: It's just… hollow. Like eating a huge meal that has no nutritional value. You're full, but you're still starving. It's small talk, a bit of fumbling, the act itself, then a polite 'see ya' or the slow fade. Every single time.
Because despite all that, I am utterly, hopelessly, involuntarily celibate when it comes to meaningful connection. To a relationship. To someone who actually wants to spend time with me beyond the horizontal tango. I want to wake up next to someone and talk about dumb shit, make coffee, plan a weekend trip. I want to have a real conversation, a proper date, not just a pre-sex screening. I want to be chosen for more than just a momentary physical release.
Every woman I've ever gotten close enough to for casual sex, when I try to hint at something more, or suggest a second, proper date that isn't just a prelude to the bedroom, it's like a wall comes up. "Oh, you're great, but I'm not looking for anything serious right now." Or they just ghost. Or they friend-zone me after the fact, like I'm some kind of emotional support sex toy.
It's actually worse than being celibate, I sometimes think. At least then you have the fantasy, the hope that if you just could get laid, things would be different. But I'm living proof that it changes nothing. It just highlights the chasm between physical intimacy and emotional connection. It just reinforces that I'm apparently only good enough for one thing. My "bedroom reports" would be off the charts, but my "relationship report" is a big fat zero.
Every normie I talk to, bless their oblivious hearts, just says "Oh, you're getting laid? What's the problem? That's half the battle!" No, you clueless bastards, that's like saying a thirsty man with a leaky bucket isn't thirsty because he keeps scooping water.
So yeah, I am an incel, just with a weekly reminder of exactly what I don't have. I'm celibate from love, from companionship, from a future. Is it me? Am I broadcasting 'casual only' vibes even when I try not to? Am I emotionally crippled from years of this? Do I just pick the wrong women? Or are women just… not looking for that from guys like me?
Cheers, NeverGetUp
Ps. Don't even think about reporting me. Mods already know my situation from when I signed up
