I wanted to touch on the topic of our collective fate as incels. There's going to be a small percentage who go ER, some of us will commit suicide, some will do drugs and drink to death, and then most of us will reach old age and die of "natural causes". There will be two groups in this camp: those who go to nursing homes (who will even be paying for it?) and those of us who will die alone in our beds. Death isn't the focus here; it's an obvious reality. It's the nature of our death for those of us who will die in our own beds or homes. We will decompose in our beds or wherever we drop dead in our homes. We won't be found for a long time, and there might not be anything left by that time. I remember when I first stumbled upon this image, and it was like staring into a mirror. I saw myself in the photo.
