I feel like the truth of human existence is very bleak... the misery of sickness, pain, and death. Being imprisoned in a disgusting, rotting flesh prison. The horror of our own mortality. Being surrounded by masses of other people, an endless sea of uncaring monsters fighting each other just trying to stay alive as they decay from the inside out.
I increasingly feel like "normies" "chads" "stacies", etc, are all just huge copers. Being in love, orgasms, having friends, these are all momentary distractions that make you forget about the nightmare void at the center of everything. Sex is a cope.
Being deprived of these things gives you no "out", and forces you to directly confront the reality of existence. Incels are more in touch with the sinister nature of reality, that's why we seem so strange and monstrous to the copers in the normal world.
I increasingly feel like "normies" "chads" "stacies", etc, are all just huge copers. Being in love, orgasms, having friends, these are all momentary distractions that make you forget about the nightmare void at the center of everything. Sex is a cope.
Being deprived of these things gives you no "out", and forces you to directly confront the reality of existence. Incels are more in touch with the sinister nature of reality, that's why we seem so strange and monstrous to the copers in the normal world.
