It’s made me feel slightly less lonely and depressed since I can finally articulate my thoughts into words and at least “socialize” if you can even call it that, but it also gives me tremendous amounts of anxiety in return. It’s a solid trade off but not sure if I’m willing to put up with it anymore.
And it’s not just because there’s too much negativity surrounding this community in light of how its crawling with LARPers, fakecels, TikTok zoomers, etc., I just don’t like myself or the person I become when I’m on here. It FEELS nice to vent but in the end, you look back, and you still feel empty.
That emptiness inevitably deprives you of feeling anything else and so it’ll just be you and your negative thoughts, one of which is severe anxiety.
It’s just such a sad and miserable situation all around when you’re an actual incel.
Try to make friends? You can’t fit in thanks to years and years of rejection and solitude + people easily bully and suppress you.
Try to get a girlfriend? You’re short, ugly and repulsive.
Try to rot on an obscure internet forum? You hate yourself for being ugly on the outside so you end up being ugly on the inside too.
Try to do literally ANYthing else? Doesn’t pan out ‘cause everything else feels wrong and your predicament is already painful enough rendering you dysfunctional and incompetent.
And the cycle repeats itself over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.
It’s like there really is no escape. No redemption. No sense of progression. No nothing. Vain.
And it’s not just because there’s too much negativity surrounding this community in light of how its crawling with LARPers, fakecels, TikTok zoomers, etc., I just don’t like myself or the person I become when I’m on here. It FEELS nice to vent but in the end, you look back, and you still feel empty.
That emptiness inevitably deprives you of feeling anything else and so it’ll just be you and your negative thoughts, one of which is severe anxiety.
It’s just such a sad and miserable situation all around when you’re an actual incel.
Try to make friends? You can’t fit in thanks to years and years of rejection and solitude + people easily bully and suppress you.
Try to get a girlfriend? You’re short, ugly and repulsive.
Try to rot on an obscure internet forum? You hate yourself for being ugly on the outside so you end up being ugly on the inside too.
Try to do literally ANYthing else? Doesn’t pan out ‘cause everything else feels wrong and your predicament is already painful enough rendering you dysfunctional and incompetent.
And the cycle repeats itself over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.
It’s like there really is no escape. No redemption. No sense of progression. No nothing. Vain.
