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Serious The social isolation is fucking killing me

VλREN

VλREN

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I’ve got no fucking motivation for any fucking thing

Fuck me this is my life

How the fuck

I don’t even have the energy or motivation to explain it anymore. I don’t know how to explain but it feels like everything is getting super fucking boring and small at the same time.

I live like a animal in the fucking zoo man

God damn it

The doom scrolling is literally killing me.

How do I break this fall?
 
For the last few days I’ve been jerking off like crazy too man

Like to the point where I don’t feel anything
 
being isolated my whole life has made me feel like an extraterrestrial being
 
I feel the same way, everything is boring, no motivation for anything. Someone on here suggested exercise so maybe we could try. Just not today...
 
I feel the same way, everything is boring, no motivation for anything. Someone on here suggested exercise so maybe we could try. Just not today...
I can sprint for like 20 seconds

But I got no motivation to lift weights despite the fact that I am at the point where I need to because I am starting to get love handles
 
just rotate between books, games, shows, internet and form a daily routine out of them
 
Try to go out in nature by yourself and just try to relax. I live in Cali and there's hella places around me to see when I feel like roping I take a drive and listen to music out in nature.
 
Have you tried JillValentinedollmaxxing?
 
GOON
ROT
REPEAT
:feelstastyman:
 
Dealing with normies is way worse
 
I’ve got no fucking motivation for any fucking thing

Fuck me this is my life

How the fuck

I don’t even have the energy or motivation to explain it anymore. I don’t know how to explain but it feels like everything is getting super fucking boring and small at the same time.

I live like a animal in the fucking zoo man

God damn it

The doom scrolling is literally killing me.

How do I break this fall?
Sorry you feel this way. I dunno maybe try going to a local church. There's usually nice people there who are friendly and easy to talk to if you want to get to know new people.
 
Maybe try going on a long hike in a pretty nature area, maybe with a family member. Hikes in nature areas can be really good for mental health.
 
Relatable af

I'm also seeing everything I do alone is getting boring and just more sad after some time, I'm not developing but in a vicious circle or other trap
 
I feel the same way as you. When I say I have this problem, I get gaslit. They say I'm making things up, complaining, or telling me to get interested in something, which prevents me from doing anything. If I find a way to improve my mental state—let's just go for a moment—I'll take revenge on society. Unfortunately, that won't happen because I'll probably remain an incel for the rest of my life.
 
I'm so used to being socially isolated that it's just my natural state now. I'm capable of socially interacting with other people, but I can never connect or click with them. I hate humans and I don't want to be bothered with them anymore. They're only an inconvenience to my life—that's how I see it.
 
I'm so used to being socially isolated that it's just my natural state now. I'm capable of socially interacting with other people, but I can never connect or click with them. I hate humans and I don't want to be bothered with them anymore. They're only an inconvenience to my life—that's how I see it.
Honestly same. Recently I tried to reconnect with old friends and realized their lives are even more boring than mine, just endless drinking, partying and wasting money into stupid normie shit like the casino or fad/FOTM videogames.

Soom I came to terms I'm way more comfortable on my own space and living a quiet, isolated life because it's been my motto for so long that I can't get over it.
 
I'm so used to being socially isolated that it's just my natural state now. I'm capable of socially interacting with other people, but I can never connect or click with them. I hate humans and I don't want to be bothered with them anymore. They're only an inconvenience to my life—that's how I see it.
What is your life? What do you live for?
 
Soom I came to terms I'm way more comfortable on my own space and living a quiet, isolated life because it's been my motto for so long that I can't get over it.
I would actually call myself an extrovert, humorously enough—or, at least, I have a very large desire to share my thoughts and feelings with other people. But, these days, my 'thoughts and feelings' contrast so heavily with other people's ideas that it makes me completely incompatible with 99.8% of the human race. That's why it's just tiring having to go through any kind of social interaction, it feels like a constant facade.
 
What is your life? What do you live for?
What a curious question, what has you ask? I was writing about that exact thing not even a week or two ago in one's journals, as someone had proposed the concept to me, although indirectly... Regardless, to answer your question, I ultimately decided that my life has no meaning nor purpose, and there is nothing that I need pursue for the sake of 'fulfillment.'

At first I suppose it comes off as rather nihilistic or doomerish, but I promise that isn't the case—quite the opposite, in fact. If 'meaning,' as in, 'something to strive for' is inherent to all human beings, then my 'meaning' was fulfilled long ago, through the act of my being born. I don't really need money, friends, anything that should be labeled as materialistic, a career, a family, or any particular goal. As long as I can live somewhat comfortably in that I shan't suffer financially and remain healthy, then living toward the next day is enough and would have me content.

Although, I suppose that you may be asking what brings me pleasure and the will to even bother living to begin with. If so, I would answer that I suppose I just like watching others suffer, and the idea that the world shall be plagued forever by peril and strife brings me immense joy. If world peace were to be on the cusp of attainment, then I would do everything in my power, minuscule it may be, to oppose it and ensure it doesn't come to fruition. If a major disease were to nearly have its cure found, then I would try to do anything I could to destroy all research on it.

But I needn't do any of that because the world will remain indefinitely stuck in a state of suffering, and so I merely have to sit back and derive entertainment from it. I suppose you could say that is what I live for.
 
I ultimately decided that my life has no meaning nor purpose, and there is nothing that I need pursue for the sake of 'fulfillment.'

At first I suppose it comes off as rather nihilistic or doomerish, but I promise that isn't the case—quite the opposite, in fact. If 'meaning,' as in, 'something to strive for' is inherent to all human beings, then my 'meaning' was fulfilled long ago, through the act of my being born. I don't really need money, friends, anything that should be labeled as materialistic, a career, a family, or any particular goal. As long as I can live somewhat comfortably in that I shan't suffer financially and remain healthy, then living toward the next day is enough and would have me content.
This contradicts this statement:
Although, I suppose that you may be asking what brings me pleasure and the will to even bother living to begin with. If so, I would answer that I suppose I just like watching others suffer, and the idea that the world shall be plagued forever by peril and strife brings me immense joy. If world peace were to be on the cusp of attainment, then I would do everything in my power, minuscule it may be, to oppose it and ensure it doesn't come to fruition. If a major disease were to nearly have its cure found, then I would try to do anything I could to destroy all research on it.

But I needn't do any of that because the world will remain indefinitely stuck in a state of suffering, and so I merely have to sit back and derive entertainment from it. I suppose you could say that is what I live for.
It is also somewhat in conflict with this statement you made:
I have a very large desire to share my thoughts and feelings with other people.
You say that life has no meaning to you and then you immediately go on to explain what the meaning of life is to you.
What a curious question, what has you ask?
I liked your original answer so I wanted you to give me more details. I also like this:
But, these days, my 'thoughts and feelings' contrast so heavily with other people's ideas that it makes me completely incompatible with 99.8% of the human race. That's why it's just tiring having to go through any kind of social interaction, it feels like a constant facade.
I find your meaning of life mundane. What is so great about suffering? What is so great about anything within the current level of human understanding? I will assume that your answer is a LARP unless you can give me any deeper reasons for it. I rudely prodded you, so I will give you my answer. What I live for is seeking knowledge. "The truth", if you will.
 
This contradicts this statement:

It is also somewhat in conflict with this statement you made:
I'm not quite sure how you see that as a contradiction. I don't have any particular 'meaning' nor 'purpose,' but if you really wanted to prod and have me define one, I would give you the answer I did—being that I take pleasure in peril. Even if you were to christen that as proof that I do possess a meaning, I made it clear in my final two sentences exactly why it would mean the same thing, as suffering is endemic to the world and Man shan't rid himself of it.
You say that life has no meaning to you and then you immediately go on to explain what the meaning of life is to you.
I never said that peril was the meaning of life—that should suggest that I believe we are born to suffer, or that 'suffering' is the ultimate goal. I do not, and such a concept is so utterly abstract and vague that I couldn't even begin to imagine what it could possibly entail. As I said, it is endemic to the world, and I derive joy from that. If I told you that I like eating burgers, should you suggest that I have now contradicted my statement of not possessing a 'meaning?'
I find your meaning of life mundane. What is so great about suffering?
That's quite alright, you're allowed to find it mundane—but I wouldn't call it a meaning. To answer your question, I'm unsure what about people suffering is so magnificent to me, it just is. I'm deeply sorry if that's an uninteresting answer, but I haven't any real philosophy or ideology behind my views. I live day to day, experiencing minor pleasures, and I take solace in the fact that people struggle and experience different kinds of adversity. That is all. I don't bother trying to justify or find any kind of logic behind it.
What is so great about anything within the current level of human understanding? I will assume that your answer is a LARP unless you can give me any deeper reasons for it. I rudely prodded you, so I will give you my answer. What I live for is seeking knowledge. "The truth", if you will.
How interesting, what do you mean by that?
 
It's the combination of repressed anger and stress and living without a defined and progressing purpose. You can live alone for a long long time if you can manage those two things. You just have to manage them somehow.
 
I'm not quite sure how you see that as a contradiction. I don't have any particular 'meaning' nor 'purpose,' but if you really wanted to prod and have me define one, I would give you the answer I did—being that I take pleasure in peril. Even if you were to christen that as proof that I do possess a meaning, I made it clear in my final two sentences exactly why it would mean the same thing, as suffering is endemic to the world and Man shan't rid himself of it.
I never said that peril was the meaning of life—that should suggest that I believe we are born to suffer, or that 'suffering' is the ultimate goal. I do not, and such a concept is so utterly abstract and vague that I couldn't even begin to imagine what it could possibly entail. As I said, it is endemic to the world, and I derive joy from that. If I told you that I like eating burgers, should you suggest that I have now contradicted my statement of not possessing a 'meaning?'
That's quite alright, you're allowed to find it mundane—but I wouldn't call it a meaning. To answer your question, I'm unsure what about people suffering is so magnificent to me, it just is. I'm deeply sorry if that's an uninteresting answer, but I haven't any real philosophy or ideology behind my views. I live day to day, experiencing minor pleasures, and I take solace in the fact that people struggle and experience different kinds of adversity. That is all. I don't bother trying to justify or find any kind of logic behind it.
You are at a stage beyond me Master. You are playing chess meanwhile I am playing checkers.
How interesting, what do you mean by that?
I have a new purpose now, understanding what you just said. Maybe one day I will understand.
 
I have a very large desire to share my thoughts and feelings with other people.
@The Death Devil can you elaborate on this? Why do you think you have this desire? What purpose do you have here on this site?

You say you don't want to be bothered by other humans, but I think this statement implies that you are possibly dealing with a loneliness of a kind.

I also checked out some of your other posts and in one of them you said that being a truecel is to be nothing, and that bringing others suffering is the only way for a truecel to be acknowledged. Something along the lines of that, correct me if I am wrong. When I asked for deeper reasons from you, things like that is what I was searching for.

You seem to have a passionate hate for other humans. It is not what I would have expected when I quoted your first comment. To not want to be bothered by other people, yet live for the suffering of others. I feel that there is a cognitive dissonance there. If you really did not care about other people your reason for living would be for something other than hating other people.
 
Yep. Im imprisoned with people i dislike. And I cant leave
 
You are at a stage beyond me Master. You are playing chess meanwhile I am playing checkers.
I can't quite tell if you're being ironic with me or not... but if you aren't, I promise you that it isn't all that complicated nor well-thought-out—but thank you for the compliment anyway. You are overestimating me, though. Take everything I say with a grain of salt.
@The Death Devil can you elaborate on this? Why do you think you have this desire? What purpose do you have here on this site?
Well, to socialize. This website is the only place I can freely speak on whatever I may have on mind. There isn't anywhere else on the internet I bother to do it, my interactions outside of .is are limited to blatantly trolling YouTube comment sections and other soyspaces. I suppose that you may have misunderstood what I meant when I said that it's a 'desire' of mine to share my thoughts with others—it's just something pleasant to do. After all, what good are ideas never shared?

If I really had to for whatever reason, I could sustain myself without the forum and resign myself to unequivocal social isolation. It would be boring at times, but I'd survive.
I also checked out some of your other posts and in one of them you said that being a truecel is to be nothing, and that bringing others suffering is the only way for a truecel to be acknowledged. Something along the lines of that, correct me if I am wrong. When I asked for deeper reasons from you, things like that is what I was searching for.
My reply to Misogynistic Vegeta was somewhat related, but it was mainly with regards to how I believe the non-existent should conduct themselves should they desire any kind of 'being' in the world. If you go and look back at it, you'll also see that I mentioned in passing that it is entirely up to the non-existent whether he wants to establish himself in the world or not—he is more than free to live out peacefully or resign himself to Fate's whims. Even then, I tailored that particular reply towards Vegeta's post to resonate with his talks of envy and spite. I was trying to tell him that it's only natural for him to feel the way he did.

I hope that answers your question. I'm not the best at articulating myself.
You seem to have a passionate hate for other humans. It is not what I would have expected when I quoted your first comment. To not want to be bothered by other people, yet live for the suffering of others. I feel that there is a cognitive dissonance there. If you really did not care about other people your reason for living would be for something other than hating other people.
I do find humans to be loathsome creatures, but I wouldn't say that I hate them so much as to give them much thought, or to perhaps justify their suffering under the guise that it is somehow 'just.' Humans are merely capable of suffering in the most artistic manner, and so it's the most entertaining to see them suffer. Man can experience grief, sorrow, terror, regret, and anguish—other creatures can only suffer so much as that you can cause them pain.

It is not as entertaining to have a dog watch its entire litter slaughtered one by one than it is to see a mother wail over her two children who hath perished in an accident. That is all it is.
 
I can't quite tell if you're being ironic with me or not... but if you aren't, I promise you that it isn't all that complicated nor well-thought-out—but thank you for the compliment anyway. You are overestimating me, though. Take everything I say with a grain of salt.

Well, to socialize. This website is the only place I can freely speak on whatever I may have on mind. There isn't anywhere else on the internet I bother to do it, my interactions outside of .is are limited to blatantly trolling YouTube comment sections and other soyspaces. I suppose that you may have misunderstood what I meant when I said that it's a 'desire' of mine to share my thoughts with others—it's just something pleasant to do. After all, what good are ideas never shared?

If I really had to for whatever reason, I could sustain myself without the forum and resign myself to unequivocal social isolation. It would be boring at times, but I'd survive.

My reply to Misogynistic Vegeta was somewhat related, but it was mainly with regards to how I believe the non-existent should conduct themselves should they desire any kind of 'being' in the world. If you go and look back at it, you'll also see that I mentioned in passing that it is entirely up to the non-existent whether he wants to establish himself in the world or not—he is more than free to live out peacefully or resign himself to Fate's whims. Even then, I tailored that particular reply towards Vegeta's post to resonate with his talks of envy and spite. I was trying to tell him that it's only natural for him to feel the way he did.

I hope that answers your question. I'm not the best at articulating myself.

I do find humans to be loathsome creatures, but I wouldn't say that I hate them so much as to give them much thought, or to perhaps justify their suffering under the guise that it is somehow 'just.' Humans are merely capable of suffering in the most artistic manner, and so it's the most entertaining to see them suffer. Man can experience grief, sorrow, terror, regret, and anguish—other creatures can only suffer so much as that you can cause them pain.

It is not as entertaining to have a dog watch its entire litter slaughtered one by one than it is to see a mother wail over her two children who hath perished in an accident. That is all it is.
Shine on you crazy diamond. Thank you for this very thorough answer, I think I understand you now. I saw a bit of myself in you so I couldn't help but be curious. Hopefully I didn't bother you, not everyone likes personal questions.
 
I’ve got no fucking motivation for any fucking thing

Fuck me this is my life

How the fuck

I don’t even have the energy or motivation to explain it anymore. I don’t know how to explain but it feels like everything is getting super fucking boring and small at the same time.

I live like a animal in the fucking zoo man

God damn it

The doom scrolling is literally killing me.

How do I break this fall?
Social isolation is killing me too brocel
 
Shine on you crazy diamond. Thank you for this very thorough answer, I think I understand you now. I saw a bit of myself in you so I couldn't help but be curious. Hopefully I didn't bother you, not everyone likes personal questions.
@The Death Devil I will say that the schizoid-like state of bliss you find yourself in now might not last though. I used to be high on life much like you, but then I got a physical ailment that forces me to be fully conscious every waking moment.
 

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