I sometimes think about other people I encountered when I was a kid. One of my earliest memories, is of two other boys I had a gymnastics class with. I get angry when I think about how by now they've had girlfriends and are leading independent lives. When I was older (still pre-pubescent) I once rode Razor scooters with a girl through the halls of my dad's old company as he talked with his colleague (that was his daughter). Where is she now? Probably not an innocent girl anymore, probably has had multiple boyfriends by now. A couple years after that, when I was on a baseball team, this boy on the team who bullied me once asked: "have you ever had a dream where you had sex?" What a perverse question to ask an 11-year-old. What's he done now? He's probably had lots of sex despite being a worse person than me in every way. I'm sure he grew up to be one of those HS-quarterback insufferable jock types. It's all rather sickening, taken together.
I truly believe that inceldom is a relative phenomenon. We aren't angry about our lack of sex in a vacuum—we are angry because we know that other people are having what we are not. We may entertain this fact consciously, or let it fester subconsciously, but it is always there…
I truly believe that inceldom is a relative phenomenon. We aren't angry about our lack of sex in a vacuum—we are angry because we know that other people are having what we are not. We may entertain this fact consciously, or let it fester subconsciously, but it is always there…
