Imagine the life of a Chad, or even just a normie.
Just imagine the life of a normal person. Imagine having a significant other that cares about you, asks you how your day was, listens and empathizes with you. Imagine having someone you can pour your heart out to, someone who's always there to listen to your thoughts, and appreciates your company. Imagine how validated you would feel, how happy you would feel. Imagine sharing memories with this person. Cuddling, laughing, and sharing what would be the first kiss for both of you at the end of the night. Imagine this person dragging you out of your house to see a movie, to go to the park, to go anywhere with you.
Imagine being loved. Imagine being validated as a human being.
Think, just for a second, about how it would feel for a girl to accept you for who you are, to see past your ugly face, to validate you as a human being and remind you that you have purpose in life. Imagine a girl reminding you that you mean so much to her. Think about what it would feel like to kiss her gentle lips, feeling her warm breath on your face as you share intimacy. Imagine her gently squeezing your back every time you hug, never wanting to let you go. Imagine that this girl thinks about you every night, and that every time her phone vibrates, she checks it quickly in hope that it's you.
Chads aren't the only ones that experience this. Chadlites aren't the only ones that experience this. Even low-tier normies will likely experience true bliss like what's described above.
We will never experience this. No one will ever be able to see past how we look and love us for who we are, because we are ugly. Maybe we're short, maybe we're someone of an undesirable ethnicity. Maybe we're tall, maybe we're white. But there is one thing we all have in common, and it's loneliness. We've been deemed undesirable by the gender we desire so much, simply because our skeleton isn't the right size, our skin isn't the right shade, or the bones in our face aren't the right shape. We will never experience the above. We will never have purpose in our life, and there will be no one to tell us that we're loved. We have been denied our purpose in life, and thus, we have no purpose in life. Being alive as an incel is cope. I'll stop coping soon. I can feel it coming. I know I only have a few months left, at best.
Just imagine the life of a normal person. Imagine having a significant other that cares about you, asks you how your day was, listens and empathizes with you. Imagine having someone you can pour your heart out to, someone who's always there to listen to your thoughts, and appreciates your company. Imagine how validated you would feel, how happy you would feel. Imagine sharing memories with this person. Cuddling, laughing, and sharing what would be the first kiss for both of you at the end of the night. Imagine this person dragging you out of your house to see a movie, to go to the park, to go anywhere with you.
Imagine being loved. Imagine being validated as a human being.
Think, just for a second, about how it would feel for a girl to accept you for who you are, to see past your ugly face, to validate you as a human being and remind you that you have purpose in life. Imagine a girl reminding you that you mean so much to her. Think about what it would feel like to kiss her gentle lips, feeling her warm breath on your face as you share intimacy. Imagine her gently squeezing your back every time you hug, never wanting to let you go. Imagine that this girl thinks about you every night, and that every time her phone vibrates, she checks it quickly in hope that it's you.
Chads aren't the only ones that experience this. Chadlites aren't the only ones that experience this. Even low-tier normies will likely experience true bliss like what's described above.
We will never experience this. No one will ever be able to see past how we look and love us for who we are, because we are ugly. Maybe we're short, maybe we're someone of an undesirable ethnicity. Maybe we're tall, maybe we're white. But there is one thing we all have in common, and it's loneliness. We've been deemed undesirable by the gender we desire so much, simply because our skeleton isn't the right size, our skin isn't the right shade, or the bones in our face aren't the right shape. We will never experience the above. We will never have purpose in our life, and there will be no one to tell us that we're loved. We have been denied our purpose in life, and thus, we have no purpose in life. Being alive as an incel is cope. I'll stop coping soon. I can feel it coming. I know I only have a few months left, at best.
