Yeah mostly edgy teenagers worship this fuckhead as most people around our age realize he was just a twerp with unwarranted self importance who didn't want to settle which makes him a voicel but memetards still worship him.
This kid was a classic narcissist.
Narcissism is basically the pathological inability to see beyond the self. The narcissist perceives and judges everything as related to himself, and the narcissists' perception of self does not change in accordance with what happens around him.
It's the mother who emotionally blackmails you when you get a black girlfriend by saying "how can you do this to me?", it's the abusive boyfriend who beats the shit out of a woman who burned his dinner and says "see what you made me do?", and it's the fragile little twerp who feels that people who choose to fuck other people are somehow attacking him. The second quality means the narcissist is unable or unwilling to understand that it is he who must change. Since he is the corect/absolute/fixed viewpoint, it is always the other who must change to fit his narrative. It's lways me me me me me me me. The other doesn't figure as an unknowable factor. The narcissist doesn't conceive of the possibility that there's something there he deosn't get. So he will twist his understanding of what's around him and cram it into what he sees no matter how farfetched it is.
Everything always comes back to him. His step mother hates him, that's why she disciplines him. His father cant afford insurance for his new car because his father doesnt care, not because he is broke and neck deep in debt. Women won't fuck him because they are degenerates, not because he is a psycho. Other men fuck women because women are degenerate imbeciles.
He tried to follow everything by the book in order to be attractive, but he was also unwilling/unable to listen to everyone around him who pointed out the shit that he didn't want to hear. This results in a self-inflicted imprisonment and a feedback loop that led him to explode:
"Im doing everything right, why won't they fuck me?!"
"Dude youre not doing everything right. You got the car but youre acting like a nutcase and youre abrasive as fuck."
"No, that doesnt matter. They just want other guys cause they're degenerates.I have everything. I have the car and the $300 sunglasses."
"Uh yeah those things are great, but have you considered other things?"
"Other things don't matter. I just dont get it. I am doing everything right! They are degenerates."
That's the self-imposed feedback loop of a narcissist. It applies to EVERYTHING in life. A bitch that hates you at work. Haters not liking your Twitter pictures. Art teachers who think you need to work on your shading. Narcissists are deaf to everything that doesn't come from within.
He had no idea what sex was like, what those women really felt or thought, what his father felt or thought, what his stepmother, what the Chads, what the couples having coffee at the beach, what any of those people actually were inside. And that's normal.
But the narcissist is unable to concede that the OTHER, as an unknowable entity , exists. There's no leeway. There's no humility.
So he looked at all the "facts" and evidence around him and reached his conclusion. It was obvious to him, even if clearly self-serving. He also had the emotional maturity of a 5-year old. He hated his sister for having sex before him. He wanted to kill his little broher because the kid might grow up to actually get laid.
Me me me me me me me. Others could only be understood and defined by his perception and nothing more. And that's how he ended up in the end so sure and so wrong about everything.
To quote Jung, about the Shadow:
Let us suppose that a certain individual shows no inclination whatever to recognize his projections. The projection-making factor then has a free hand and can realize its object—if it has one—or bring about some other situation characteristic of its power. As we know, it is not the conscious subject but the unconscious which does the projecting. Hence one meets with projections, one does, not make them. The effect of projection is to isolate the subject from his environment, since instead of a real relation to it there is now only an illusory one. Projections change the world into the replica of one’s own unknown face. In the last analysis, therefore, they lead to an auto-erotic or autistic condition in which one dreams a world whose reality remains forever unattainable. The resultant sentiment d’incomplétude and the still worse feeling of sterility are in their turn explained by projection as the malevolence of the environment, and by means of this vicious circle the isolation is intensified. The more projections are thrust in between the subject and the environment, the harder it is for the ego to see through its illusions.
It is often tragic to see how blatantly a man bungles his own life and the lives of others yet remains totally incapable of seeing how much the whole tragedy originates in himself, and how he continually feeds it and keeps it going. Not consciously, of course—for consciously he is engaged in bewailing and cursing a faithless world that recedes further and further into the distance. Rather, it is an unconscious factor which spins the illusions that veil his world. And what is being spun is a cocoon, which in the end will completely envelop him.
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Does this seem familiar to you?
I see a lot of that here. But luckily not every incel is a tool of that level. Some of us are just ugly as sin and LDAR and get busy with life without being fucking psychos like that cowardly little shitnugget.
See, I took the blackpill. I won't get laid. I'm ugly and women won't fuck me. But that doesn't mean I have to hate women, hate men, advocate rape and murder, or cling to a notion that I'm right and the world is wrong. The world is the world, and I don't fit in it. That's on me, not on everyone else who happens to get laid and try to live their life. Those people get cancer too, their friends die in car crashes, they flunk out of college too. I have a job, a hobby, and friends. I'm fine. Elliot doesn't represent me.
