How would you conceptualize incel to non-incels?

[Cancel]

My idea is this: you're in a clear plastic ball where you can't interact with anyone but you can witness all the interactions around you. You can see intimacy that others have and you're forced to come to the realization that you'll never have it yourself.

 

[Deleted member 677]

You're a starving poor child and everyone around you taunts you with food.

 

[Grapefruit]

It is hell.

 

[Frank]

It's similar to being a puppy waiting to get adopted. You were born at a shelter and don't have the best of things, but you make a few friends and your mother reminds you that you're worth something and with enough effort you can do anything in life. However despite there being so much to life there is one thing that seems to be one common goal that is even the end of the life plan for a lot of people. So you have this pressure to strive for that, but it doesn't completely destroy your ambition to have fun and enjoy your environment. Then you see those around you gradually disappear as you stay there. The regulars come by and pat you on the back and remind you that'll it'll be okay and eventually get picked, but it doesn't seem to be the case. You start to develop more awareness and you see people look at you or even taunt you, but they don't really seem interested in adopting you. It hurts, but there is always tomorrow... or the day after.

Then the regulars stop coming by, but that's okay Mom is still here and seems to be happy with her residence. That is because you know... she had accomplished that one goal. You've been less playful and even stopped getting excited when people come by my area now, but that's okay... there is always tomorrow... or the day after. It seems like everyone around you has been adopted and in reality.. they all have or went somewhere else. You understand people move on, but you're content and it's okay being here, you guess. Eventually your mother passes and it takes a toll on your health, but you're not a little puppy anymore and you're in your prime years. You can't let this distract you, despite it absolutely destroying you both mentally and emotionally.

Fast forward to the very end of your prime years. You've realized that you've been condemned to fail and just lay there as a few peers and outsiders show you empathy, but never truly step into help. Because there isn't anything to help.. I was just born this way, and... that's okay. I sit here.. I occasionally play just to come back and sit here... and it's okay, because there is always tomorrow.. until.. I pass away which is just around the corner. I'll do it alone. No one will remember me. That's okay, because there is always tomorrow.

 

[Mik_TFL]

Inceldom is being forced to play in a game you didn't sign up to with a handicap so large that you aren't even in the play field. That or you could just show them any video of Mexican Andy...

 

[Deleted member 4159]

When you're thin and landwhales reject you

 

[Chileancel]

Sex and relationships are like water from a faucet, and an incel is a starving african kid.

 

[Robo Sapien]

A poor stupid person with no talents or skills applies for a loan.

 

[BlackpilledAF]

You can't conceptualize incels to non-incels. They'll never understand.

 

[Deleted member 265]

high iq post op

 

[4700euros]

Being a cameraman of porn movies and love stories without touching or talking to anyone for life and having testosterone and oxytocine injected in bloodstream for life.

 

[WarriorSkull]

It's similar to being a puppy waiting to get adopted. You were born at a shelter and don't have the best of things, but you make a few friends and your mother reminds you that you're worth something and with enough effort you can do anything in life. However despite there being so much to life there is one thing that seems to be one common goal that is even the end of the life plan for a lot of people. So you have this pressure to strive for that, but it doesn't completely destroy your ambition to have fun and enjoy your environment. Then you see those around you gradually disappear as you stay there. The regulars come by and pat you on the back and remind you that'll it'll be okay and eventually get picked, but it doesn't seem to be the case. You start to develop more awareness and you see people look at you or even taunt you, but they don't really seem interested in adopting you. It hurts, but there is always tomorrow... or the day after.

Then the regulars stop coming by, but that's okay Mom is still here and seems to be happy with her residence. That is because you know... she had accomplished that one goal. You've been less playful and even stopped getting excited when people come by my area now, but that's okay... there is always tomorrow... or the day after. It seems like everyone around you has been adopted and in reality.. they all have or went somewhere else. You understand people move on, but you're content and it's okay being here, you guess. Eventually your mother passes and it takes a toll on your health, but you're not a little puppy anymore and you're in your prime years. You can't let this distract you, despite it absolutely destroying you both mentally and emotionally.

Fast forward to the very end of your prime years. You've realized that you've been condemned to fail and just lay there as a few peers and outsiders show you empathy, but never truly step into help. Because there isn't anything to help.. I was just born this way, and... that's okay. I sit here.. I occasionally play just to come back and sit here... and it's okay, because there is always tomorrow.. until.. I pass away which is just around the corner. I'll do it alone. No one will remember me. That's okay, because there is always tomorrow.

If you reverse the order of these images, it is precisely what reading this post did to me.

 

[Deleted member 9192]

Inceldom is being forced to play in a game you didn't sign up to with a handicap so large that you aren't even in the play field. That or you could just show them any video of Mexican Andy...

Danggg, this one is bullseye though

 

[Short Straw]

You can’t really. You’re trying to explain a concept that is so abstract to the majority of humans that they can’t grasp it.

 

[IsolationHurts]

Its like being a ghost. You can see and hear other peoples lifes, but they cant see/hear you and you cant interact with them in any way, no matter how hard you try. You are just an spectator.

Its like being crippled with a severe deformity and painful disease, but there is no obvious deformity or disease (just ugliness and angst), so people dont pity you, and even hate you, unlike the rest of crippled subhumans.

Its like being born as a "social" slave (so you are owned by society), when there are only a few of them like you around the world, so almost everyone you see irl are free and cant even try to understand how it feels to be subjugated since allways.

Its like being the only human whose bus is never going to come, so we littearly wait for out entire lifes for nothing.

It's similar to being a puppy waiting to get adopted. You were born at a shelter and don't have the best of things, but you make a few friends and your mother reminds you that you're worth something and with enough effort you can do anything in life. However despite there being so much to life there is one thing that seems to be one common goal that is even the end of the life plan for a lot of people. So you have this pressure to strive for that, but it doesn't completely destroy your ambition to have fun and enjoy your environment. Then you see those around you gradually disappear as you stay there. The regulars come by and pat you on the back and remind you that'll it'll be okay and eventually get picked, but it doesn't seem to be the case. You start to develop more awareness and you see people look at you or even taunt you, but they don't really seem interested in adopting you. It hurts, but there is always tomorrow... or the day after.

Then the regulars stop coming by, but that's okay Mom is still here and seems to be happy with her residence. That is because you know... she had accomplished that one goal. You've been less playful and even stopped getting excited when people come by my area now, but that's okay... there is always tomorrow... or the day after. It seems like everyone around you has been adopted and in reality.. they all have or went somewhere else. You understand people move on, but you're content and it's okay being here, you guess. Eventually your mother passes and it takes a toll on your health, but you're not a little puppy anymore and you're in your prime years. You can't let this distract you, despite it absolutely destroying you both mentally and emotionally.

Fast forward to the very end of your prime years. You've realized that you've been condemned to fail and just lay there as a few peers and outsiders show you empathy, but never truly step into help. Because there isn't anything to help.. I was just born this way, and... that's okay. I sit here.. I occasionally play just to come back and sit here... and it's okay, because there is always tomorrow.. until.. I pass away which is just around the corner. I'll do it alone. No one will remember me. That's okay, because there is always tomorrow.

 

[The End]

We've tried all kind of ways to conceptualize inceldom for normal people, and it doesn't seem to work.

It's something you really have to experience to appreciate how psychologically damaging it is.

 

[UndercovrNormie]

When the topic arises (which happens FAR too often tbfh, it's astonishing that people will spend time discussing virgins on the internet), I explain that it's less about sex and more about the complete lack of intimacy altogether.

 

[masterlord00]

being invisible in a world where everyone is seen