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You will have no good childhood memories

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So many people look back on their childhood with joy and nostalgia. The memory of these childhood events are almost enough to make people completely forget about their current situation.

However you don't have that luxury. For incels life only gets worse and worse with nothing to look back on with joy. The life of an incel starts out shitty and ends up shittier with no highlight at all.

No teenage love, no meaningful connections and no one that loved you. The world fucked you you never had this and you probably never will.

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Mother had a small get-together at the beach house, and she invited James and his family, along with
some other friends. James didn’t show up, but his father Arte did. To my surprise, Maddy Humpreys and
her mother came over. Seeing Maddy for the first time in six years was a very peculiar experience. The
last time we saw each other, we were just kids. Now, she was a fully-grown teenage girl, and from
looking through her Facebook pictures, I knew she was popular. She was a typical pretty girl who had
lots of pretty friends. She was one of them, one of the popular kids. My first friend in America, someone
I played with innocently as a child, had grown up to represent the type of people who have caused me
so much pain in my life. I was very nervous talking to her, as I had no experience with talking to young

girls, but I had to make the effort. She seemed weirded-out by my awkwardness. It was cringe-worthy.
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why he banned ?
 
Wrong the only joyful memories I have is of my childhood, last 10 years though, not much.
 
And you will have no posts in your thread :feelskek:
 
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I shaped all of these ideals through learning and self-educating myself for hours every day. My
personality became even more rigid, and I started to dress in very conservative attire.

I went with my mother to the yearly Christmas party at the Lemelson’s. I spent most of the time with
James, discussing with him further about my ideals. We also played a lot of video games with Noah and
his friends. Noah was really interested in Nintendo games, and he had a lot of them. Playing games with
them reminded me of a time, long ago in my past, when I played Nintendo 64 as a child, blissfully living
life in a world that I thought was good. I longed to be a child again, to be in a bright place away from the

cruel darkness of reality. I will always treasure those memories.
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I kept thinking about Leo Bubenheim, and how he kissed that girl Nicole at the Sagebrush Cantina
when he was only twelve. Twelve! He was able to have an intimate experience with a girl when he was
only twelve; and there I was at eighteen, still a kissless virgin. My envy of Leo became an obsession. I
kept asking my sister for information about him, but she refused to tell me anything. I frightfully
wondered if he had lost his virginity already, and he most likely had. He was a popular kid, and girls
desired him. Leo was happily living his heavenly life with the knowledge that he’s worth something to

the world, while I had to wallow in my misery and loneliness.

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thread is older than some of the users here i bet :feelshaha:
 
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Allow him then. Everything important was posted before she realized this was an incel forum.
 
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Aspie John was a 5'2 ethnic male from Brew City. He had previously lived with mother, though the two experienced a sudden cessation of government benefits upon Aspie John reaching adulthood. His mother, disgusted by her autistic and chronically anxious son, informed him that he was to leave upon reaching adulthood, so Aspie John left his home when the time for moving came. He boarded a bus and traveled for several hours to another country, during which an elderly Sicilian woman criticized him for sitting near her(This woman later pointed to him and started denigrating him with a friend as he exited the bus).

Aspie John first slept in Target bathrooms. Then, after encountering security, Aspie John slept on benches outside. He had little money and bought bananas with coins he had available, resulting in a bundle of bananas he had, which he disposed of after another male spat on him while he was sitting on a bench. He awoke one morning, and a passing couple looked at Aspie John and responded with "Don't do that" as he attempted to greet them. He spent his mornings walking to the nearby Target restroom so he could clean his body. Aspie John would ignore the other homeless males doing similar acts as well as the masked Target employees cleaning.

Aspie John visited a local church for their shelter connection system(During this time, another male started hitting his head while he was napping on a bench covered with his coat) and started staying at a local Christian shelter, though he soon left due to rodents and shared sleeping spaces. As he was sitting outside on one occasion, a car of staff members drove by and noticed his presence. They remarked "I was wondering why I didn't see him at the shelter" while laughing. He was also kicked out of the shelter after being promised space. A female passerby noted "He must be living on the streets" at this time. A day later, Aspie John is waiting on a local train platform when a tall White male approaches him and, angry at Aspie John's inability to greet him, tells him, "Sup Nigguh. You make all the fat girls faint. Keep your shirt on".

Aspie John was visiting the shelter connection room daily, when he was told of an opening in a local youth shelter. This shelter was in the Northern part of his new country, so Aspie John called the shelter and prepared for travel. He was given a bus token, and boarded the 5B Metro Transit bus to his new shelter. He waited outside and was let in at 6:00 PM for entry. His new case manager referred him to an emergency bed, and then moved him into a single-person room the next day. His new case manager, Tall White Germanic, informed the other youth of his ASD affliction.

Thus, Aspie John spent several days adjusting to the new shelter, when he met a tall Black male named Aaron. Aaron started smirking at Aspie John and laughing at him with his friends. As Aspie John was cleaning himself one morning, Aaron's roommate opened the door and witnessed Aspie John's naked body. He then quickly left and Aaron came into the bathroom, laughing and taking pictures of his naked body("Aspie John is small!").

After two weeks, Aaron and his shelter friends started sitting outside of Aspie John's room door each night, playing very loud "Rap" music. They would also throw dice at his door and speak about it loudly("I rolled a six!").

Aspie John started leaving the shelter every other day to sit outside(Often with bags of food as his only meal for the day). While inside, he'd focus on preparing to move into a local apartment using the country's GRH fund and would visit freelancing sites for relief from his situation.

Aspie John was, by this point, spending most of his time in his commune room, sitting on commune computers, or simply sitting outside to eat with food bags he prepared. He was too anxious and weak to visit the downstairs kitchen often since the other youth would snicker and move away from him. He started fantasizing about the different recipes he would make after he had moved into an apartment. He was too disabled to attend job interviews despite his resume.

One night, Aspie John slept in his shelter room earlier than usual during the winter. He started sleep-talking about sexual fantasies he had since childhood, resulting in the shelter males standing outside his door laughing. This woke up Aspie John and caused him to curl into a ball, sweating and covered with fluids. Another shelter male quickly reported Aspie John and said "Aspie John's getting kicked out". Aspie John spent the next few days in his room as males would walk past and laugh at him(The males would make statements such as "Damn baby!", "Oh!", "You don't like women riding?"). The male who reported him said, "Looks like we have a mouse in the house"(Aspie John would wrap a belt and blanket around himself to control his sexual behavior).

On the day Aspie John left, foids and males started gossiping about him, snickering and laughing. He carried a large bag into sleet around 9:00 PM and traveled to a bus for travel.

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When I was a four-year-old, my parents and I lived in a duplex, where my father would hit Mother and damage the walls, resulting in holes near a wooden desk she used for sewing. I recall pouring soap in my eyes at this age to stop them from arguing.

When we moved, my father would regularly come home and argue with Mother over anything he disliked. He broke the windows in our living room as well as the windows in our kitchen, he broke a "Leopard Statue", he broke our kitchen table, he broke plates, he threw Mother's computer and clothes into the garbage bin. He'd regularly pound on Mother's room door(Used for crafts). He'd yell at Mother as he was driving her to work.

One day, Mother was asked by my father to write a check, which she did. However, he was angry because she was drying off after a shower. This led him to shove her onto the floor(She was naked) and kick her legs repeatedly, which I was present for and saw. He also broke her fingers and cut her knuckles, injured her knees and kicked her abdomen. Our utilities were cut off three times due to failure to pay, and the result was living with my paternal grandparents for weeks at a time. On the day we moved in with my maternal grandparents, me and Mother sat in the dark since my father didn't pay the utility bill("Well, then leave"; he left the house after yelling, which I hid from).
 

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So many people look back on their childhood with joy and nostalgia. The memory of these childhood events are almost enough to make people completely forget about their current situation.

However you don't have that luxury. For incels life only gets worse and worse with nothing to look back on with joy. The life of an incel starts out shitty and ends up shittier with no highlight at all.

No teenage love, no meaningful connections and no one that loved you. The world fucked you you never had this and you probably never will.

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it's over if we don't have a time machine tbh
 
If someone doesn't experience teen love it will definitely mess them up in their 30's.
 

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