I know many of us do ropemaxing, but have you ever stopped to think that despite living isolated, subhuman lives, with the media and the world accusing us of false things, receiving all kinds of prejudice, we still move forward and don't just cry about it?
Any other normie in our shoes would have already freaked out and jumped off a building.
I don't usually talk much about my life here, but I want to share a quick story. I have a long-time friend whos a 33y chad. He has the life we all dream of here, fuck girls aged 22 to 27, can date and break up whenever he wants, and always has more girls interested in him. You already know.
But he's a poor guy, lives in his mother's old house, and lately he's been freaking out about it. He threw away all his past opportunities; many people wanted him as a business partner, he had many opportunities, and all he wanted was to enjoy life.
In short, he came to my house today, on the verge of tears, saying he was having a lot of anxiety attacks, suffering from depression, and that he was already taking medication. He said he didn't know what he wanted to do with his life and that he wanted to kill himself. Obviously, as the good friend I am, I comforted him and said some kind words to help him feel better.
Now about me, I'm the incel type you already know, I don't have many friends, I don't have siblings, I don't have a father, and my mother died last month from terminal cancer. And he even had the nerve to say he'd like to have a life like mine just because I have a house and a car lol
And even so, I'm here, moving forward, maybe a little sad but without anxiety attacks or wanting to kill myself.
We are the truly resilient ones here.
Any other normie in our shoes would have already freaked out and jumped off a building.
I don't usually talk much about my life here, but I want to share a quick story. I have a long-time friend whos a 33y chad. He has the life we all dream of here, fuck girls aged 22 to 27, can date and break up whenever he wants, and always has more girls interested in him. You already know.
But he's a poor guy, lives in his mother's old house, and lately he's been freaking out about it. He threw away all his past opportunities; many people wanted him as a business partner, he had many opportunities, and all he wanted was to enjoy life.
In short, he came to my house today, on the verge of tears, saying he was having a lot of anxiety attacks, suffering from depression, and that he was already taking medication. He said he didn't know what he wanted to do with his life and that he wanted to kill himself. Obviously, as the good friend I am, I comforted him and said some kind words to help him feel better.
Now about me, I'm the incel type you already know, I don't have many friends, I don't have siblings, I don't have a father, and my mother died last month from terminal cancer. And he even had the nerve to say he'd like to have a life like mine just because I have a house and a car lol
And even so, I'm here, moving forward, maybe a little sad but without anxiety attacks or wanting to kill myself.
We are the truly resilient ones here.
(Chad living with parents at 30+ gets whatever he wants).
