Nights like tonight make it hard to see a reason to live
It's Friday evening.
Are you out with your girl, having dinner, a glass of wine listening to some song on the radio, she turns to you and laughs, "I hate this song let's go back to your place?" No.
Are you at home, just having paused the movie for your wife to get up and go get some popcorn, the light from the kitchen highlighing her curves as she turns the corner. You wish you could the world just then, but it keeps going, she comes back and snuggles into your arms. No, you're not there either.
Are you in bed, tired from the long day, your bones aching and eyes giving out. She's there still, telling you about how fun it was to have some kids running around the house, you confess that you let them have an extra scoop of ice cream when they came in after running in the sprinklers. She hits you playfully. Despite the years, you and her? You're still alive.
But no, your not there either. You're here. In Incels.is.
I hope to God your fucking laughing.