This post is kind of like a thermometer reading of where I am at right now, therefore a brief view of how soulless the incel life is currently.
As most of my posts have said since I've joined. life. is. suffering. Living is a torture chamber. There are people who are aware that it is and people who can't see far enough into the future or think abstractly so they don't even know that it is. I didn't have the choice, but IF I had the choice between non-existence and starting my life I never would've started. But now i'm here and It's hard to exit unless you have a strong constitution and mental aptitude for suicide. So now I just try to suspend suffering. I try to forget it temporarily.
I try meditating? I hate my life after I'm done meditating. I find a fun game or TV show? The hollowness kicks in after it's over. I try to "build" and make my life better, doing all the bullshit normies recommend, And I feel nothing but expended energy and I end up with more pointless acquisitions. The hollowness does not go away.
I am furiously spinning my wheels trying to move in a direction of fulfillment but nothing is allowing me to catch traction. Working out, money, Buying shiny shit, Driving fast, shooting guns, "self care", trying to escape my "life" by going to a scenic location, It does nothing but give me something to do. The hole in my soul is never filled, it is only ignored by something attention grabbing and and unfulfilling.
Life is so unbearably hollow. We know this. But this is the main point of my post: I don't even care about fixing it anymore. I have given up. entirely. As much as I said there was no hope in my past posts, I still had some belief I could fix my incellian life or be blissfully ignorant like a neurotypical or ascend and fill the void inside of me. But now, I truly, truly don't believe it. I can't get any more hopeless than this.
I came across a post that encompasses this feeling:
Does this not sum it up perfectly?
For some reason we have all been randomly selected to live a path of suffering. Whether that was being born male which is inherently more suffering and awareness of suffering than being born female, being born a non-neurotypical and being hyper aware of your suffering on top of being unable to blissfully ignore it or be fully immersed in emotion and stimulation and senses like normie fucking retards are, or just simply having none of our higher needs met. No sense of belonging, no sense of love, no real sense of accomplishment only surrogate achievements like numbers on a screen or toys around us or awards from a computer game.
We have been burned by this fucking life. And at this point we want those who caused this pain to feel what they've done to us. Normies could reach out to me and show proof they've grown a brain and won't make me feel alone when i'm with them, a woman could show proof of respect for me and evidence she waited her whole life to offer me the dopamine serotonin and oxytocin of her first and only monogamous sexual relationship. Someone could offer me undeniable evidence that I could have a family and am accepted by and belong to, unconditionally.
And I would spit. In. Their. Fucking. Face.
where were they when I was suffering? when I was like this? When I desperately reached out for help and all they said was "you're not good enough, you need to work harder, do more you mule, you're weird, you're not like us, why don't you try being more like us instead? you shouldn't be asking for anything your role as a man is to be the mule of society."
That is all I feel in regards to society. Spite. No respect or fondness, no willingness to participate. Not even a hint of forgiveness. Just spite. I have checked out. I am waiting for my life to end and living my life on repeat. Others have checked out. We are simply "tolerating" life and going from one cope and distraction to another. It seems to be somewhat of a trend among us incels. But as always, nothing ever happens, we will all disappear quietly and the world or go crazy and die alone and old in a room full of ramblings. These posts we make will be archives of our descent into non-existence. The world and future will belong to the chads and the idiots and the psychopaths and the stupid women who burned down everyone around them for their selfish gain. And no matter how hard I scream about my pain to these fucking idiots burning me, they will never get it, they will never understand, they will never say "we're sorry". It's like I'm underwater and my words are muffled to them. And they push me down further as if I will gain strength and escape my situation by sinking deeper and being muffled more. "just work harder bro, just get some pussy incel, just do 1,000 sets of mindset positivity affirmations, just work on yourself harder than anyone ever fucking has and you will be like us, "fulfilled"
(unaware, retarded, childlike, and protected from suffering) This is the only place I can have a cathartic release of my suffering and be understood.
my closing thought for this post: I would never ever put anyone here willingly. yank someone out of nonexistence and place them here. I only wish my parents thought the same before having me.
As most of my posts have said since I've joined. life. is. suffering. Living is a torture chamber. There are people who are aware that it is and people who can't see far enough into the future or think abstractly so they don't even know that it is. I didn't have the choice, but IF I had the choice between non-existence and starting my life I never would've started. But now i'm here and It's hard to exit unless you have a strong constitution and mental aptitude for suicide. So now I just try to suspend suffering. I try to forget it temporarily.
I try meditating? I hate my life after I'm done meditating. I find a fun game or TV show? The hollowness kicks in after it's over. I try to "build" and make my life better, doing all the bullshit normies recommend, And I feel nothing but expended energy and I end up with more pointless acquisitions. The hollowness does not go away.
I am furiously spinning my wheels trying to move in a direction of fulfillment but nothing is allowing me to catch traction. Working out, money, Buying shiny shit, Driving fast, shooting guns, "self care", trying to escape my "life" by going to a scenic location, It does nothing but give me something to do. The hole in my soul is never filled, it is only ignored by something attention grabbing and and unfulfilling.
Life is so unbearably hollow. We know this. But this is the main point of my post: I don't even care about fixing it anymore. I have given up. entirely. As much as I said there was no hope in my past posts, I still had some belief I could fix my incellian life or be blissfully ignorant like a neurotypical or ascend and fill the void inside of me. But now, I truly, truly don't believe it. I can't get any more hopeless than this.
I came across a post that encompasses this feeling:
Does this not sum it up perfectly?
For some reason we have all been randomly selected to live a path of suffering. Whether that was being born male which is inherently more suffering and awareness of suffering than being born female, being born a non-neurotypical and being hyper aware of your suffering on top of being unable to blissfully ignore it or be fully immersed in emotion and stimulation and senses like normie fucking retards are, or just simply having none of our higher needs met. No sense of belonging, no sense of love, no real sense of accomplishment only surrogate achievements like numbers on a screen or toys around us or awards from a computer game.
We have been burned by this fucking life. And at this point we want those who caused this pain to feel what they've done to us. Normies could reach out to me and show proof they've grown a brain and won't make me feel alone when i'm with them, a woman could show proof of respect for me and evidence she waited her whole life to offer me the dopamine serotonin and oxytocin of her first and only monogamous sexual relationship. Someone could offer me undeniable evidence that I could have a family and am accepted by and belong to, unconditionally.
And I would spit. In. Their. Fucking. Face.
where were they when I was suffering? when I was like this? When I desperately reached out for help and all they said was "you're not good enough, you need to work harder, do more you mule, you're weird, you're not like us, why don't you try being more like us instead? you shouldn't be asking for anything your role as a man is to be the mule of society."
That is all I feel in regards to society. Spite. No respect or fondness, no willingness to participate. Not even a hint of forgiveness. Just spite. I have checked out. I am waiting for my life to end and living my life on repeat. Others have checked out. We are simply "tolerating" life and going from one cope and distraction to another. It seems to be somewhat of a trend among us incels. But as always, nothing ever happens, we will all disappear quietly and the world or go crazy and die alone and old in a room full of ramblings. These posts we make will be archives of our descent into non-existence. The world and future will belong to the chads and the idiots and the psychopaths and the stupid women who burned down everyone around them for their selfish gain. And no matter how hard I scream about my pain to these fucking idiots burning me, they will never get it, they will never understand, they will never say "we're sorry". It's like I'm underwater and my words are muffled to them. And they push me down further as if I will gain strength and escape my situation by sinking deeper and being muffled more. "just work harder bro, just get some pussy incel, just do 1,000 sets of mindset positivity affirmations, just work on yourself harder than anyone ever fucking has and you will be like us, "fulfilled"
(unaware, retarded, childlike, and protected from suffering) This is the only place I can have a cathartic release of my suffering and be understood.my closing thought for this post: I would never ever put anyone here willingly. yank someone out of nonexistence and place them here. I only wish my parents thought the same before having me.
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