(April 4, 2020 at 10:38 pm)Rev. Rye Wrote: You'd think that at some point, he'd ask her something like "then what the fuck do I have to do to get a girlfriend I don't have to pay?" But the mindset is so entrenched that he can't think outside the blackpill. And the blackpill won't help him, because it's just reinforcing their helplessness and rage against him, and dancing around the big question
That's because incels form an identity around negativity. What they don't have, what they aren't. And in doing so, become a black hole of angry nihilism.
Look, I know what it's like to feel trapped and frustrated. I even hid among MRAs for a while - it took the combined efforts of my wonderful mom and sister to pull me out of that hateful abyss. For me, my deep agony was over my gender dysphoria and a fear that I would lose everything, including my life, if I came out. Seven months later, I see how much that fear ruined my life and it leaves me in tears every now and then. It's horrible, feeling like you wasted your life and maybe damaged yourself forever. Feeling like maybe, even with therapy, you'll never recover and be who you were really meant to be.
I feel that for some who fall to the incel/MRA disease have a similar fear - a fear that when they make changes that will help them become their authentic self, they'll be torn apart by those feelings of regret, permanently lost opportunities and the soul breaking realization of how much of their life has been lost to their suffering. No, I'm not insinuating that they're trans (although some are) but that you feel a deep sense of loss when you start trying to pull yourself out of the hole occupied by despair. And handling it is not easy.
If you're not "living" but describe your existence as a "waiting room to die", then you're in dire need of help to overcome an issue within yourself. No amount of drugs, sex or hate can solve it, only mute or misdirect it briefly. I've lost nearly thirty years to the waiting room - I'm not interested in waiting any longer. I'd rather be myself, wholly and unconditionally, than pretend to be something I'm not. I confronted my deepest fear and embraced who and what I am. It's given me a sense of inner peace and a growing sense of self love. And I can see myself sharing that love with another, for the first time in my life.
Slave to the Patriarchy no more