inceldom sufferers, essentially synonymous with lower tier men, are not truly allowed nor encouraged to become young or even adult sexual persons, for they are so unnecessary to modern society in that role that it is simply impossible to access for them, they end up either stuck into the role of a child, or jumping far ahead into the role of a lonely old widower on the cusp of retirement, creating the possibility of a man who is a 40 year old child dependent on his parents, or a 24 year old elder who's time away from work is solely dedicated to either crippling loneliness or only helping others and being saddled with odd jobs or babysitting by friends and family members who are always busier and more successful and thus "younger".
now, society tries to take this and reflect it back onto the sufferers ("you're a manchild! you're just sitting around all day like an old man!") when those alternate roles have been forcibly inflicted on them by society in the first place, by blocking them from essential young adult experiences like romance and sensuality, very often even blocking them from camaraderie and being an accepted member of a big social group.
absent those experiences, any attempt from the sufferer at kickstarting a respectable adulthood is a farce that takes constant dissimulation and willpower to preserve, made obvious as others make explicit attempts at poking holes in his fabrication by trying to figure out his real level of social success and romantic experience during their natural ribbing and jostling for higher status.
all his efforts only result in a farce, the maintenance of which requires constant effort and oversight, a thin and fragile veneer laid on top of the sad social role and life underneath it.
it is the life of an unruly child, or wandering old pensioner looking to be useful, a reality from which the inceldom sufferer has no escape.
he can only lash out temporarily by abusing pornography, prostitution and his imagination and capacity for daydreaming, which create a private veneer to complement the public one, allowing him to hide not just from others but from himself, the simple fact that society just does not need him in the role of a young romantic person, and possibly never will, locking him forever into the role of a child or an old man.
now, society tries to take this and reflect it back onto the sufferers ("you're a manchild! you're just sitting around all day like an old man!") when those alternate roles have been forcibly inflicted on them by society in the first place, by blocking them from essential young adult experiences like romance and sensuality, very often even blocking them from camaraderie and being an accepted member of a big social group.
absent those experiences, any attempt from the sufferer at kickstarting a respectable adulthood is a farce that takes constant dissimulation and willpower to preserve, made obvious as others make explicit attempts at poking holes in his fabrication by trying to figure out his real level of social success and romantic experience during their natural ribbing and jostling for higher status.
all his efforts only result in a farce, the maintenance of which requires constant effort and oversight, a thin and fragile veneer laid on top of the sad social role and life underneath it.
it is the life of an unruly child, or wandering old pensioner looking to be useful, a reality from which the inceldom sufferer has no escape.
he can only lash out temporarily by abusing pornography, prostitution and his imagination and capacity for daydreaming, which create a private veneer to complement the public one, allowing him to hide not just from others but from himself, the simple fact that society just does not need him in the role of a young romantic person, and possibly never will, locking him forever into the role of a child or an old man.
