Stoicism is a philosophy that seems especially apt when dealing with the situation that many incels find themselves in.
Whether foids like us or not is almost entirely outside of our control. This is what the
teaches us when stripped down to its bare essentials. Sure, we might looksmaxx, moneymaxx, gymmaxx, or whatever else we think might increase our SMV even a little. But in the end, it's a total crapshoot in the dark whether our efforts will prove to be sufficient, whether all of our maxxing has pushed us just enough over the attractiveness threshold where at least some non-hideous foids will want us. Femoids, being the primary sexual selectors of our species, hold all the power in this particular game. You cannot change that.
However, what I can at least somewhat control is how much of my mental energy, positive or negative, I give to foids. Gradually I've learnt not to dwell on my inceldom all day. While I certainly like to spend ample amounts of time on this forum, foids rarely come up in my mind anymore when I'm away from it. I also won't indulge anymore in the little infatuations that used to both delight and torment my daydreams. Foids are simply not worth that kind of mental "real estate". Dabbling with dating apps, in the hopes of finding Miss One-in-a-Million, is also a thing of the past. It's boring af and produces far too few results to justify the time investment required.
Of course I cannot promise that I won't experience a relapse ever again. But that's not the point of stoicism, to my mind at least. Becoming the "perfect" stoic isn't so much a destination that we must reach at some point in our lives. I consider it more a distant horizon to calmly walk towards, as I once again take possession of the free open landscape that is my life.
Whether foids like us or not is almost entirely outside of our control. This is what the
teaches us when stripped down to its bare essentials. Sure, we might looksmaxx, moneymaxx, gymmaxx, or whatever else we think might increase our SMV even a little. But in the end, it's a total crapshoot in the dark whether our efforts will prove to be sufficient, whether all of our maxxing has pushed us just enough over the attractiveness threshold where at least some non-hideous foids will want us. Femoids, being the primary sexual selectors of our species, hold all the power in this particular game. You cannot change that.However, what I can at least somewhat control is how much of my mental energy, positive or negative, I give to foids. Gradually I've learnt not to dwell on my inceldom all day. While I certainly like to spend ample amounts of time on this forum, foids rarely come up in my mind anymore when I'm away from it. I also won't indulge anymore in the little infatuations that used to both delight and torment my daydreams. Foids are simply not worth that kind of mental "real estate". Dabbling with dating apps, in the hopes of finding Miss One-in-a-Million, is also a thing of the past. It's boring af and produces far too few results to justify the time investment required.
Of course I cannot promise that I won't experience a relapse ever again. But that's not the point of stoicism, to my mind at least. Becoming the "perfect" stoic isn't so much a destination that we must reach at some point in our lives. I consider it more a distant horizon to calmly walk towards, as I once again take possession of the free open landscape that is my life.
— All from Epictetus.
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