It increasingly feels like it doesn't need another single male anywhere at all.
His manual labor isn't needed anymore, we have technology and automation for that.
Many "mental labor" jobs are now ear-marked do-nothing jobs reserved for various demographics like women, the world doesn't need yet another lonely single male occupying one of those positions, taking bits of the money generated by actual industries like coal and petrol, and irritating HR by keeping to himself.
His eye and his attention isn't needed anymore, the poor girls are all suffocated by attention as it is, one more eye watching them is the last thing they need. His romantic poems, if he can still muster them for today's women, will go unread.
True wars, battles and opportunities for sacrifice are hard to find, the rewards for going through those trials and tribulations and surviving - even more so.
Markets for creative and artistic efforts, where one could try to signal mental qualities or to carve out a clearer view of oneself as a creator and doer, are now overloaded and saturated by other desperate men who already tried the same, whether they're musicians or independent game developers.
In the end, even late efforts by others to integrate him into the group by force tend to just... fall apart... because they are just an artificial gesture, there is rarely need for him in the group. The men don't need any more competition, the girls don't need any more attention and the couples don't need a third wheel breaking up their kiss.
Even as a punching bag or source of money he is useless, chances are the girls of the group would prefer he served those roles while staying outside of the actual group, someone to make fun of while driving past.
His manual labor isn't needed anymore, we have technology and automation for that.
Many "mental labor" jobs are now ear-marked do-nothing jobs reserved for various demographics like women, the world doesn't need yet another lonely single male occupying one of those positions, taking bits of the money generated by actual industries like coal and petrol, and irritating HR by keeping to himself.
His eye and his attention isn't needed anymore, the poor girls are all suffocated by attention as it is, one more eye watching them is the last thing they need. His romantic poems, if he can still muster them for today's women, will go unread.
True wars, battles and opportunities for sacrifice are hard to find, the rewards for going through those trials and tribulations and surviving - even more so.
Markets for creative and artistic efforts, where one could try to signal mental qualities or to carve out a clearer view of oneself as a creator and doer, are now overloaded and saturated by other desperate men who already tried the same, whether they're musicians or independent game developers.
In the end, even late efforts by others to integrate him into the group by force tend to just... fall apart... because they are just an artificial gesture, there is rarely need for him in the group. The men don't need any more competition, the girls don't need any more attention and the couples don't need a third wheel breaking up their kiss.
Even as a punching bag or source of money he is useless, chances are the girls of the group would prefer he served those roles while staying outside of the actual group, someone to make fun of while driving past.
