B33troot
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Picture this: You're a starving African who hasn't eaten in days.
You're dragged off to a food fight party.
You see people having a fun time throwing food at each other.
You're not allowed to eat any of the food you see in front of you.
Not even a slice of bread. Not even if it's on the ground.
You're not even allowed to leave the venue.
You must stay.
And look at all that delicious food being thrown around.
You can smell the aroma. And salivate.
But you'll never be allowed to taste it.
Not even a bite.
This psychological (and physical) torture will continue until you die.
That's what it's like to be an incel.
We must live in a world where virtually everyone experiences things like love and intimate relationships. Not once but over and over again throughout their lives. We see it all around us, every day of our lives.
We can only look, but never get to experience it. Not even a bit.
You're dragged off to a food fight party.
You see people having a fun time throwing food at each other.
You're not allowed to eat any of the food you see in front of you.
Not even a slice of bread. Not even if it's on the ground.
You're not even allowed to leave the venue.
You must stay.
And look at all that delicious food being thrown around.
You can smell the aroma. And salivate.
But you'll never be allowed to taste it.
Not even a bite.
This psychological (and physical) torture will continue until you die.
That's what it's like to be an incel.
We must live in a world where virtually everyone experiences things like love and intimate relationships. Not once but over and over again throughout their lives. We see it all around us, every day of our lives.
We can only look, but never get to experience it. Not even a bit.
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