Throughout my entire lifespan I've never really fit in anywhere, always struggled to make friends in school, always got picked on and tormented by Chad and Stacy, contemplated ending my own life when I was 14, but throughout all of my hardships in my adolescence, I always had one friend... and I am his only friend as well.
I'll just call him "J", for the sake of this thread. "J" and I pretty much had each other's backs throughout the entirety of our high school years... which was a dark, hellish torment which allowed my suicidal and violent tendencies to flourish, all at the hands of my insufferable peers. I wonder where I would be today had he not been there for help when I needed it. We were both introduced to each other at the start of high school, at around 13 years of age, through a classroom for kids with "special needs" (Autism, if that wasn't obvious enough). Yes, I'm a "Sped"/"Sperg", as people refer to them as these days. He was very cold and unwilling to get to know me at first, as he is with everyone, (I sort of am too, just not to his extent...) though a bit later on we both opened up as we found out we have quite a lot in common and share a lot of the same obscure, niche interests as each other, so we began to hang out more.
A part of me decided to be his friend because I felt so sorry for him. Years prior to meeting "J", I had often thought to myself that I had it the worst out of everyone around me, that I was the kid with no hope, the one who was the most shunned and ostracised. Turns out that I was wrong. I thought my life had been hard enough, but then I learned that "J"'s life was probably ten times worse. The worst part of it all is that he hadn't done a single thing wrong to deserve such an unfair, miserable existence. He was only leading a miserable existence because society forced him to. He doesn't function in the big open world, so the world discards him as useless, just like a faulty chip in a computer that won't make the computer work.
If there's anything in my life that I am proud of, it's that I lent my hand out to a fellow Incel, a Truecel, and gave him a chance at experiencing some of the joys that almost everyone else gets to experience naturally. If I can do that for "J", why can't anyone else? Going off on a slight tangent here, but it truly is a shame that so many people, especially foids, have their face stuck in their phones all day applying fakeup and spending virtually all of their time and effort seeking validation from Chad, when instead, they could be sharing happiness and comfort to everyone, respectfully. But of course, they will never see it our way, because they can never truly experience our suffering and the consequential emotional scars that come with. Existing as a female grants you free money, validation, and immunity from chronic anxiety and social isolation. Existing as a subhuman male doesn't grant you anything other than ridicule and deprivation.
Anyways, I take it you're wondering what exactly makes "J" an Incel. I've listed some of his following traits:
* Crippling Social Anxiety (to the point where he freezes up and sometimes can't even move due to intense anxiety from people speaking to him).
* Autism.
* Selective Mutism.
* Anger Issues (lashed out and destroyed a fair bit of school property back in the day, can't blame him).
* No chin/Jawline.
* Overweight.
* Acne Scars.
* Glasses.
* Other weird marks bruises and bumps on his skin (which I'm not exactly sure why or how he always has).
* Just all around subhuman in looks and horribly ugly... barely a 1/10 in looks.
* No car.
* NEET.
* Poor.
* Entire bedroom is an anime emporium.
At present day, he is 20 years old, same age as me, and he spends all day every day NEETmaxxing; hardly ever leaves his room, stuck as an only child with his elderly Mother and no one else. If it weren't for me, he would seriously have almost nothing worth living for. He's pretty much permanently unemployable due to his chronic, debilitating social anxiety, and stands no chance whatsoever of ever ascending or leading a successful life. I'm honestly amazed that he hasn't roped yet... I know I would if I was in his living situation. Mad props for still clinging on to life even though it is way beyond over for him...
I feel like "J" may have taken his own life... had it not have been for me. And I can honestly say the same; vice versa. Incels; "The Shunned" people (thanks @Kointo (RIP) for coining that term) need to band together and stick up for one another. None of us washed up here on this forum for no reason, we all have a story. We have all suffered, we all realise that our chances of ascending are infinitesimally small in contrast to that of Normies and the general populace. We all might be hopeless and destined to die alone, we all might be considered the ultimate "failures" in life, but if there is one thing that we prosper, as a collective of like-minded individuals, it's that our knowledge is insurmountable to that of anyone else's, and the sheer concept of the "Blackpill" is proof of that.
Bros before hoes. Always.
...
inb4 "gay thread".
I'll just call him "J", for the sake of this thread. "J" and I pretty much had each other's backs throughout the entirety of our high school years... which was a dark, hellish torment which allowed my suicidal and violent tendencies to flourish, all at the hands of my insufferable peers. I wonder where I would be today had he not been there for help when I needed it. We were both introduced to each other at the start of high school, at around 13 years of age, through a classroom for kids with "special needs" (Autism, if that wasn't obvious enough). Yes, I'm a "Sped"/"Sperg", as people refer to them as these days. He was very cold and unwilling to get to know me at first, as he is with everyone, (I sort of am too, just not to his extent...) though a bit later on we both opened up as we found out we have quite a lot in common and share a lot of the same obscure, niche interests as each other, so we began to hang out more.
A part of me decided to be his friend because I felt so sorry for him. Years prior to meeting "J", I had often thought to myself that I had it the worst out of everyone around me, that I was the kid with no hope, the one who was the most shunned and ostracised. Turns out that I was wrong. I thought my life had been hard enough, but then I learned that "J"'s life was probably ten times worse. The worst part of it all is that he hadn't done a single thing wrong to deserve such an unfair, miserable existence. He was only leading a miserable existence because society forced him to. He doesn't function in the big open world, so the world discards him as useless, just like a faulty chip in a computer that won't make the computer work.
If there's anything in my life that I am proud of, it's that I lent my hand out to a fellow Incel, a Truecel, and gave him a chance at experiencing some of the joys that almost everyone else gets to experience naturally. If I can do that for "J", why can't anyone else? Going off on a slight tangent here, but it truly is a shame that so many people, especially foids, have their face stuck in their phones all day applying fakeup and spending virtually all of their time and effort seeking validation from Chad, when instead, they could be sharing happiness and comfort to everyone, respectfully. But of course, they will never see it our way, because they can never truly experience our suffering and the consequential emotional scars that come with. Existing as a female grants you free money, validation, and immunity from chronic anxiety and social isolation. Existing as a subhuman male doesn't grant you anything other than ridicule and deprivation.
Anyways, I take it you're wondering what exactly makes "J" an Incel. I've listed some of his following traits:
* Crippling Social Anxiety (to the point where he freezes up and sometimes can't even move due to intense anxiety from people speaking to him).
* Autism.
* Selective Mutism.
* Anger Issues (lashed out and destroyed a fair bit of school property back in the day, can't blame him).
* No chin/Jawline.
* Overweight.
* Acne Scars.
* Glasses.
* Other weird marks bruises and bumps on his skin (which I'm not exactly sure why or how he always has).
* Just all around subhuman in looks and horribly ugly... barely a 1/10 in looks.
* No car.
* NEET.
* Poor.
* Entire bedroom is an anime emporium.
At present day, he is 20 years old, same age as me, and he spends all day every day NEETmaxxing; hardly ever leaves his room, stuck as an only child with his elderly Mother and no one else. If it weren't for me, he would seriously have almost nothing worth living for. He's pretty much permanently unemployable due to his chronic, debilitating social anxiety, and stands no chance whatsoever of ever ascending or leading a successful life. I'm honestly amazed that he hasn't roped yet... I know I would if I was in his living situation. Mad props for still clinging on to life even though it is way beyond over for him...
I feel like "J" may have taken his own life... had it not have been for me. And I can honestly say the same; vice versa. Incels; "The Shunned" people (thanks @Kointo (RIP) for coining that term) need to band together and stick up for one another. None of us washed up here on this forum for no reason, we all have a story. We have all suffered, we all realise that our chances of ascending are infinitesimally small in contrast to that of Normies and the general populace. We all might be hopeless and destined to die alone, we all might be considered the ultimate "failures" in life, but if there is one thing that we prosper, as a collective of like-minded individuals, it's that our knowledge is insurmountable to that of anyone else's, and the sheer concept of the "Blackpill" is proof of that.
Bros before hoes. Always.
...
inb4 "gay thread".
