Comfcel
All according to keikaku (計画通り).
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- Mar 15, 2019
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I like to gymcel. Not because I hope to "ascend" (far from it, I've lost all hope by now) but because I simply like working out and staying healthy. It's a nice cope. However I saw something that made me contemplate necking myself tbh, something that made me realize something. As an incel, you cannot escape your failures in doing the one thing that your ancestors have literally been doing successfully for millions of years. Reproduction.
I was working out, minding my own businuess, when I noticed a chadlite with his 9/10 foid. Seeing sluts "working" out at the gym is quite normal, and I've gotten desensitized to them wearing clothing to accentuate their curves whilst they do their fucking hip thrusts or whatever. However, what made me react this time is the fact that she was working out with her bf. Literally 5 metres away from me, they were hugging and kissing whilst engaging in a sorry attempt at working out. This made me realize that there is no escape. There is no way for me to cope. No way for me to escape my pathetic fucking existence. I am constantly reminded of my failures.
It is not only the gym. Everywhere, you get bombarded by love, romance and sexuality. Things that you have not, cannot and will not experience as an incel. Ever. The commercials on your tv and on yt, billboards on the highway with a hole advertising some fucking perfume, avatars on peoples steam accounts, the latest blockbuster in the cinemas - it's fucking everywhere.
Needless to say, that day was not one of gains for me.
I was working out, minding my own businuess, when I noticed a chadlite with his 9/10 foid. Seeing sluts "working" out at the gym is quite normal, and I've gotten desensitized to them wearing clothing to accentuate their curves whilst they do their fucking hip thrusts or whatever. However, what made me react this time is the fact that she was working out with her bf. Literally 5 metres away from me, they were hugging and kissing whilst engaging in a sorry attempt at working out. This made me realize that there is no escape. There is no way for me to cope. No way for me to escape my pathetic fucking existence. I am constantly reminded of my failures.
It is not only the gym. Everywhere, you get bombarded by love, romance and sexuality. Things that you have not, cannot and will not experience as an incel. Ever. The commercials on your tv and on yt, billboards on the highway with a hole advertising some fucking perfume, avatars on peoples steam accounts, the latest blockbuster in the cinemas - it's fucking everywhere.
Needless to say, that day was not one of gains for me.