I spent nearly $100K trying to improve myself. I enlisted the professional help of cognitive specialists in both CBT and DBT, multiple photographers, wardrobe coaches, daily personal fitness trainers, a personal chef service, online image and social networking consultants, and years of "The Game" style training. I was reasonably successful professionally. And I was valued in my community for the services I provided. I was liked enough to be invited into the homes and deeply private lives of some of the West Coast's first families. I traveled the world, living and working on different continents. Girls frequently told me what a catch I was. (Just not for them. When I once asked out on a date a girl who'd JUST gone on and on about how I'd make someone a great husband, she acted as if I was a walking dog-turd that had grown vocal cords and a mouth and spoken to her). On paper, I sounded successful. But I was miserable from the unending lack of intimacy.
Once, the late-teens daughter of a client of mine asked me, voice plaintive, if I was *lonely* because, unlike her parents and EVERYONE ELSE in her wealthy, successful circle, for the decade she'd known me, I was always alone. Only one way to answer that question and preserve my social standing: lie and feign contentedness, fulfillment. The truth disgusts and alienates others.
I stopped having these discussions anywhere but here. Even "good friends" will redpill you. And one of the fastest ways to lose a male friend is to admit what he already knows--that you're celibate because you CAN'T find a girl. There simply is no way to get through to these people. It's masochism even to try. Notice how the other guy resorts to gleeful verbal abuse once he realizes the "filthy incel" won't buy the redpill agenda. It's like the way religious fundamentalists respond to people who call for the freedom to end their own lives. The conformists' perspective is rooted in eons-old neurologically conserved reasoning templates further enforced in school, at home, at the university, and in an increasingly gynocentric culture. Just about nothing we do is going to get through that many layers of perspective conditioning. I'm surprised other incels actually still try.
