Deleted member 8353
Former Hikikomori, Aimless Pleasure Seeker
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Ask yourself, would you rather take a bullet or two and die from blood loss or internal damage within minutes to hours, or spend decades either wageslaving or rotting alone?
Sure, dying fucking hurts, I understand that. But the reality is that we're all going to die at some point anyway, and it's almost always going to be painful. The negative value which we accumulate throughout our lives outweighs a few minutes of pain and a couple years of effort. Every moment we spend depressed, lonely, or otherwise upset, is just one more instance being subtracted from the pool of overall value, that which we can use to at least attempt to measure the overall quality of our lives, and whether or not our experiences were worth it. After of few years of inceldom, I think it's pretty clear that from the amount of emotional suffering experienced, it would've been within our best interests to die when we were younger, as to avoid it.
So then, why is it that we're told our situations don't matter, that our suffering isn't praiseworthy, that it's at best laughable? The reality is that we're just as much sacrifices for the content lives of normies as are the casualties of war, the only difference being that we aren't at least honored in respect, we're outright mocked. I've seen sentiments like "that's just the way it is now", "society can't go backwards", and "at least they won't reproduce" being echoed in places like IT. The social change which much of the world has experienced over the past century has, for most of us, unequivocally caused our inceldom. Yet when we acknowledge this we don't get the understanding and respect which would be due a fallen soldier.
Every Chad who foids get to experience fucking is just one more happy moment for them made possible by our suffering. The lives which modern women in their prime lead wouldn't be the same without the laws and social standards which have also made us incels, their cock carousel is held up by our sacrifice. I think we at least deserve a holiday in our name or something.
Sure, dying fucking hurts, I understand that. But the reality is that we're all going to die at some point anyway, and it's almost always going to be painful. The negative value which we accumulate throughout our lives outweighs a few minutes of pain and a couple years of effort. Every moment we spend depressed, lonely, or otherwise upset, is just one more instance being subtracted from the pool of overall value, that which we can use to at least attempt to measure the overall quality of our lives, and whether or not our experiences were worth it. After of few years of inceldom, I think it's pretty clear that from the amount of emotional suffering experienced, it would've been within our best interests to die when we were younger, as to avoid it.
So then, why is it that we're told our situations don't matter, that our suffering isn't praiseworthy, that it's at best laughable? The reality is that we're just as much sacrifices for the content lives of normies as are the casualties of war, the only difference being that we aren't at least honored in respect, we're outright mocked. I've seen sentiments like "that's just the way it is now", "society can't go backwards", and "at least they won't reproduce" being echoed in places like IT. The social change which much of the world has experienced over the past century has, for most of us, unequivocally caused our inceldom. Yet when we acknowledge this we don't get the understanding and respect which would be due a fallen soldier.
Every Chad who foids get to experience fucking is just one more happy moment for them made possible by our suffering. The lives which modern women in their prime lead wouldn't be the same without the laws and social standards which have also made us incels, their cock carousel is held up by our sacrifice. I think we at least deserve a holiday in our name or something.