Mr. Account Reviewer Man, recently I've been feeling like there's a double standard in the world right now. See, when other people are depressed, or are suffering extreme personal anguish, and when those depressed people think or do or say extreme things, we say "Well they shouldn't have thought/done/said that, but they're going through stuff right now. What they need is support." Because maybe those people have been through abuse. Or maybe those people haven't been through abuse, but neglected mental disorders have warped their perception of life and they can't cope with things like neurotypical people. Either way, it's out of their control. These people need help and our attention.
But when incels think or do or say extreme things, for some reason that's a choice. Incels aren't allowed to attribute their words and deeds to depression or abuse. For some reason incels are just "entitled." And that's really bugging me. And I think the only respite that'll cool my head is if somehow the voice of the incel reaches the ear of the Norman, and points this double standard out. I'm sure a lot of people in here want the same thing, so I probably don't have to worry. But... but I do. There's talk about "journalists" coming by. To look into what inceldom is about and, if they're lucky, draw sensationalist conclusions. My hope is, instead, truth reaches them. And I'm trying to come up with a way for that to happen. But the way I see it, it can only come from another incel saying "Hold on, this is what we are. Instead of sensationalism, let's have some actual dialogues."
I turn 45 this year. Even if I were a Norman, sex is out of the question for me unless I pay for it. Never done a sex. Never kissed. Never hugged. I have held hands once, but only because a druggie asked to hold it so she could keep me from running away when she yelled at me. Oldcels who missed the train. The reason us "grown folk" can't get laid on the casual is because at my age we're supposed to be married, and either done with sex, or so in love with your spouse that you're kinda "obligated" to have sex. I didn't get my ticket stamped in time, so now I'm wondering what oldcels like me are supposed to do with their lives. I figure if, on some bright day, the John Olivers and the Trevor Noahs and whomever wanna look into inceldom, the right words will reach them, and then this ridicule can stop. The stigma will end. And instead, people will say "Oh, these people have been through a lot. They're suffering. They need our help. Our consideration."
