At least he had a woman who loved him. My life is one big concentration camp, a menagerie of horrors that your average man cannot imagine. If they had known what horrors I would have to face as an incel, they would marched themselves right into the gas chambers to free me from this torture. Viktor Frankl wrote extensively about the meaning and optimism that those in the camps found within each other: there is none of that in my life.
Inceldom = The Holocaust without the joy, times a thousand.
Inceldom = The Holocaust without the joy, times a thousand.
