Serious Food is the best cope for incels

[Hardworkingcel]

During all those painful years filled with bullying and contempt, if there is something that has given me a lot of pleasure, this something is food. Even God Elliot mentions in his manifesto the delight that delicious food can give to a lonely man. And I'm not saying we should eat irresponsibly and become fatcels. I'm talking about feeling the pleasure that tasty food can give us and can't give to normal people. Cakes, ice cream, pizza, hot dogs, sandwiches, french fries, chicken and many other foods are one of the few reasons I'm still alive in my opinion.

 

[TheGoat]

Finally a lifestyle I can get behind

 

[Incel Prime]

During all those painful years filled with bullying and contempt, if there is something that has given me a lot of pleasure, this something is food. Even God Elliot mentions in his manifesto the delight that delicious food can give to a lonely man. And I'm not saying we should eat irresponsibly and become fatcels. I'm talking about feeling the pleasure that tasty food can give us and can't give to normal people. Cakes, ice cream, pizza, hot dogs, sandwiches, french fries, chicken and many other foods are one of the few reasons I'm still alive in my opinion.

You'll eventually become fatcel.

 

[AR15]

Fatmaxxing.

 

[Frank]

Meh hardly a silver lining.

Say I'm eating the one of the best meals I will EVER have in my lifetime ending what is an anomaly of a perfect night. Something so rare in the life of inceldom. I check my luxury wristwatch for the time and adjust my collar on my brand new suit. I'm content with my job and I've made it in my mind. The waited named brad comes over and puts my meal down on my table. It's the best looking thing I've ever seen. For the 75$ I paid just for this one plate I can't wait to taste the hand crafted perfection. Then as I cut into the meat of my meal savoring the moment and my mouth watering from how substantial of a bounty it is just on sight alone. I then roll back my eyes and poise my back as my spine tightens at the thought of eating. I finally take a bite, nearly border lining an orgasm from the first taste. As my eyes roll back into position and my muscles ease as I take the warm embrace of the food down my throat.

I grab my custom handkerchief mother made for me and I wipe the sweat off my brow. I remove my thick framed glasses. So hard to focus on any of my senses minus the one. To wipe my teary weak incel eyes. I look to the side to get a good angle and wipe my tears. I couldn't be happier. Maybe life isn't so bad. Then I squint a little harder as my eyes clear and see what appears to be a couple eating the same meal. My hear starts to shrink as the image gets ever so clear to me. I put on my glasses to fully take it in and there IT IS. A man who absolutely destroys me in every aspect eating his meal in the one suit nicer than me, with the one watch nicer than mine. That isn't enough to bother me though. I gulp as I gaze over to the right of him and right across from this gorgeous man is the most beautiful white woman I've seen within the last 4 months with a wonderful set of breasts and tight skin from having several abortions in her teenage years.

I attempt to bite my lip and turn my head, grabbing my knife as if I'll cut another piece of my steak, but I can't look away. I begin to taste blood from the inside of my mouth. I've had enough. I go home with my busted lip, people looking at me snickering and scared of this bald odd man walking in poor posture mumbling to himself. I get in my car that I've been driving for the same 10 years straight and pull into my apartment I got near the heart of the city to "enjoy life, meet girls, and live it up". The worst part of that quote I made so many years ago was the fact that I never truly believed it and I would cringe if I heard anyone else say it. I write a letter to my father whose currently in prison on several counts of pedophile based charges and text my mother a heartfelt goodbye. I'm sorry mom. I pull out the shells from my dresser right next to the picture of my deceased childhood dog and put it in my mouth and begin to cry. Reminiscent of the scene in the Hills Have Eyes where the man blows his head off in the outhouse.

Why couldn't I be chad? Why couldn't I be stacey? Why did everyone bully me in high school? Why did I never go to college just out of fear? Why did I never have successful parents to take care of me? Why was I physically and verbally abused? Why was I born with a case of BDD so bad I'd be fucked even if I was a true chad? Why did the one girl who ever pretended to love me lie to my face?

There is no god. That's why. Life was nothing, but a joke to begin with. It can't be real, and if it is I would by no means call this living. You're lucky I let this go on for so long, but Frank.. it's over.

BANG.

 

[The End]

I put sleep, eating, and sex in in my un-holy trinity of pleasures.

Even when indulging in sleep and eating, I can't escape the nagging desire for girls. I'm hoping that being able to add sex to eating and sleeping will bring me some amount of contentment, along with the accompanying enjoyment.

Some people don't enjoy eating. My mom has never had a weight problem, because she has no cravings for food. She just eats to survive, thus favors healthy food like vegetables because they make her feel better. She also doesn't like sex very much, and has never over indulged in sleeping... Hmmm, why am I such a selfish glutton?

 

[starystulejarz]

Fatmaxxing.

 

[DyingInside]

I barely have an appetite anymore so food is not a good cope for me. I usually only eat like one meal a day now.

 

[EthnicelNL]

You'll eventually become fatcel.

This. Fatcel == volcel

 

[Evildoer]

I barely have an appetite anymore so food is not a good cope for me. I usually only eat like one meal a day now.

Hit the gym, you'll start eating as much as some landwhale, tbh tbh.

 

[LebaneseCel]

Fatmaxxing.

 

[Mainländer]

Not the best IMO but definitely a good cope.

 

[SwordsmanAlt]

Cooking an amazing meal (and sipping a nice whiskey) is one of my all time favorite copes. Shit is like meditation. Especially when trying to make a few challenging dishes and then having them turn out delicious. Try learning how to "plate" your food too. It's very rewarding.

 

[tyronius-maximus]

Friend, have you tried not turning into a landwhale? Marijuana is the best cope but only if the weed is dank.

 

[Viorp]

For me too, but I have a hear-desiese and I'm getting fatter and fatter and it is slowly killing me.