I will explain this mostly universally applicable process, and whether you take it as advice or a cautionary tale it is up to you. For this purpose we will examine a story of Jason (name is just a homage to today's date), The Typical Incel.
Jason grew up in a loving, happy, upper middle class family. As a child he was encouraged to have a lot of hobbies and engage in different activities. His teachers were supportive and inspired Jason and his friends to become confident and passionate young people.
Jason once had many friends, male and female, both in school and from his various hobbies. Of course there was an occasional bully here and there but those were dealt with efficiently through teacher's wise guidance and other classmates' power of love and friendship. In the end even the worst bullies became true friends.
Some of the women in Jason's life were his loving mother, his sweet and smart sister who always had his back, above mentioned teachers who were nothing but an inspiration, and various female friends who were all fascinating and completely different from each other yet loyal, of great intelligence, kind hearts and great sense of humor.
But Jason was getting bored.
Then one day, out of the blue, Jason was browsing internet unsupervised. He heard about this thing called "Misogyny" and his young and impressionable mind got curious.
He asked the wonderful and supportive people in his life about it, and they all told him to stay away from it as it can really ruin his life. But Jason was a spiteful 13 year old, so he started to experiment with it.
First it was just a sexist joke here or there. Sometimes his friends even laughed, other times they pulled him aside and explained that his comments are dehumanizing and objectifying. Well, Jason found that to be funny, and kept on going.
Puberty made Jason want to have sex with women around him, or as he now referred to them, Females. Jason's father had an informative conversation with Jason explaining the importance respect and kindness play in sexual attraction. Jason listened, but he found it all kind of boring.
Every time a girl would approach him, as they tend to do, Jason would make a rude and sexist comment. Jason also told all his female friends to stop orbiting around him doing him favors and being nice and to "go choke on Chad's dick."
Chad was Jason's classmate, the nicest guy in the whole school. If you were feeling low, Chad was there to remind you that you can always talk to him. If you needed help with anything, Chad would do it without you even having to ask. Despite the fact that Chad was a little too tall and muscular than is to be expected from a high school student, and the fact that his jaw was just a bit too square, his giving nature and endless positivity made a lot of girls appreciate him as a human being he was.
Jason on the other hand was trying his hardest to reduce his number of friends as they were getting annoying with their constant texts asking him to hang out, offers to talk, and other bothersome positive reinforcement.
Jason also still didn't have sex, was jerking off a lot, and getting slightly frustrated. He just couldn't see what the problem was. He would go out with the few friends he had left, who unlike Jason were not very attractive guys in a conventional sense. But you know women, they didn't really care about these things, so they'd approach them horny and curious to get to know them better. Jason would instantly insult these women for the pure fun of it. Jasons' friends however would be nice and respectful, prompting girls to buy them drinks, have sex with them, and possibly fall in love with them later.
Jason's friends tried hard to explain to him that he should really be more polite and women would gladly date him too, as was evident by every example surrounding Jason. But Jason would refuse to budge out of principle.
Now all Jason's friends were in happy monogamous relationships with amazing and inspiring women and Jason was getting ready to go to college. Always experimental, Jason thought it would be another fun idea to stop taking showers.
As the smell got increasingly worse, Jason's family and former friends tried to talk some sense to him, but Jason would not have it. He refused to ever feel warm water on his skin again, and grew strong dislike for soap.
His relationship with his family got worse when it got out that he was selling his sister's underwear to buy Doritos, as he enjoyed the negative effect non stop ingestion had on his complexion and physical fitness. His parents decided it was time for Jason to attend therapy.
The therapist was a skilled and intelligent woman who challenged Jason and got him to start wondering if maybe he was taking the joke a little too far, so naturally Jason decided stop seeing her. Instead, he dropped out of college and stopped leaving his parent's basement.
Still in desperate search for sexual encounter, Jason made a profile on a dating site. However every time an interested girl would send him a message, no matter how funny, brilliant and attractive she was, Jason's misogyny addiction would kick in and he'd send a dick pic. When women would reply again complimenting his 5 inch penis and calling it "perfect sized", Jason would call them sluts and whores and suggested they be sent to breeding farms.
Years went by and through that time Jason worked hard on his style: finding the haircut that looks worst on him, attempting to grow beard on his neck, obtaining self discipline required to go hours without moving a single muscle to assure atrophy, eating 10 bags of Doritos each day, and of course still not showering. Naturally, there were moments when he thought he couldn't do it anymore. Moments where he really craved just going for a jog, taking a shower, replying to an old friend and agreeing to meet that nice girl who tried to chat him up online because his taste in movies suggested a glimmer of emotional beauty to her.
But Jason would not give in. Misogyny was just too enjoyable and fun for him to let go off.
One night in his mid 20ies he almost caved. The lifestyle was losing it's charm and glamour. The basement got boring. Showering seemed inviting. Sex seemed like a good idea. Having a beer with friends and watching a game didn't look so tedious anymore. He missed the wonderful strong women in his life, the joke has been going on for too long, provocations and insults hardly still fulfilling. He looked in the mirror and realized he's been half-assing it for months. He saw a fraud.
Jason was getting bored of Misogyny.
But then just as he was about to call it quits and introduce soap back into his life, he went for one last browse. As fate would have it, he followed a link which led him to a subreddit called r/incels. He never heard of that word before, and felt that same excitement he did when he was 13 and first read about Misogyny as he clicked on one post after another overwhelmed with what he was seeing.
The words and opinions that the fascinating users of the site shared kept Jason glued on his chair for the following days. He laughed, he cried, he applauded. In these people he saw himself, but not himself as he was but the Jason he aspired to be all his life. In their lives he found the inspiration he needed to not give up on his path.
A text message snapped Jason out of his ecstatic trance. It was Stacy, his beautiful former friend whose photos he always passionately masturbated on. She said "Hey Jason, I saw you liked my instagram photo and I really appreciated it. I miss you and I always had a crush on you before you called me a slut. However this act of friendliness makes me think you might have changed and although I've noticed you weigh 400 lbs now, I find myself attracted to you again. Would you like me to take you out for dinner (I know you're not working but I'm a doctor so money is not an issue)?"
Jason stopped to think. Jason took a deep breath. Jason replied.
"Listen, you Female Human Organism, I won't be your beta cuck orbiter so fuck off and die." He paused for a second wondering if this was really the message he wanted to send out, before adding "Slut."
He smiled in amusement, but then shivered at the realization that had he not discovered r/incels, he might have agreed and in about an hour he'd be having dinner and drinks with Stacy.
"Crisis averted" he thought to himself.
Jason was happy.
