Incel is an insult because people like you make it your whole personality and are bitter sad sacks who make it the worlds problem instead of choosing to look inward. People give up and insult incels not because they can’t get laid, but because they make their whole lives about it instead of finding anything constructive to do with their time like my asexual friends do. If you think people actually make fun of incels because they don’t get laid and not that they fail to see how their shitty fucking attitudes is why they don’t get laid while latching on to anything to try to justify it except their own shit behavior and beliefs, you’re missing the forest for the trees.
Also, I didn’t get laid until I was 20. You are literally reaching for any, and I mean any, reason for this to not be your fault and to justify being bitter and angry and unlikeable.
I don’t make it my fucking personality. I’ve been made fun of throughout my adulthood for not getting consistently laid. Don’t gaslight me that it’s all in my head and that I’m just making it up.
I’m consistently rejected by society. Not even in terms of sex. That’s another problem, whenever I talk about being rejected by society people think I’m talking exclusively about sex. That’s indicative of their perception of the term “society.”
I don’t call myself an incel. But when other people call me that, it’s based in cruelty, vindictiveness, and a feeling of superiority. They enjoy having someone to talk down to because they’re getting laid and someone else isn’t. Stop acting like they’re actually morally superior because they’re well-adjusted, and that I deserve the hate because I’m bitter after a lifetime of ostracization.
People don’t fucking like me, and it’s as simple as that. It doesn’t matter what I do, because people have disliked me my entire life. I haven’t always been bitter, but there’s a reason I am now. And it’s not as simplistic as “because I don’t get laid.” I don’t fucking care if I get laid or not. But if I get treated as subhuman for not getting laid, that I have a problem with. Yet what I raise a concern about it, people say I’m acting “entitled to sex,” missing the point entirely and reducing it to a strawman.
It doesn’t matter what I fucking do, people have never liked me and they never will. It only makes sense that I’m bitter. Stop acting like my bitterness came first. You don’t even fucking know me. If I were to suddenly decide to be cheery, people still wouldn’t like me. They wouldn’t trust me either, because it would be obviously contrived.
Stop pretending I can simply choose not to be bitter.
Once again, you whining that people don’t like you isn’t the same as caring about your civil rights dumbfuck. I gave you a lot of outs in this conversation, but your whiny bitch ass just wants to keep digging a deeper hole to prove how unlikable you are. Well, guess what, you succeeded, I officially don’t like you and think you suck. Not because you’re a bad person, but because you have zero self reflection and whine about lame shit when people tried to help you understand and do better.
Be happy, you got what you really wanted, people don’t like you. Good job, it’s a self fulfilling prophecy you fucking idiot. If the only thing you put out into the world is “no one likes me and everyone judges me” eventually, that’s all you’ll get from the world. You get out what you put in, and you’re obviously all too happy to put in “I want people to fucking hate me so I can be sad and bitter about it.”
At least you finally understand. It took you long enough to get it through your head. Now go look yourself in a mirror and see the monster lurking within, waiting for you to let your guard down long enough that it can break free.
Of course it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. That’s how trauma works. A pattern was ingrained in my deep subconscious at an early age, and I’ve been reliving it on repeat ever since. Even if someone gives me a chance, I drive them away because it’s easier than building something on potential only to inevitably see it come crashing down. I don’t need the anxiety of constantly dreading when that might come. I don’t even try to build relationships anymore, because according to my cognitive conditioning it can only end in pain and disaster.
I drive them away because it’s easier than building something on potential only to inevitably see it come crashing down.
So you finally admit that you’re the problem here. Glad you recognized it. Now shut the fuck up.
You aren’t your cognitive conditioning, you can make a choice to be different. You don’t want to make that choice, ergo, you can fuck off. That’s me setting a boundary with someone who obviously isn’t worth the effort.
Nope, this conversation started with you saying your ex isn’t to blame for her trauma, and now you’re blaming me for my trauma.
She left you because she couldn’t handle being treated with respect. And you say that’s okay, but I’m wrong for avoiding relationships for similar reasons? (In addition to growing accustomed to rejection, ostracization, ridicule, and derision)
Still the same double standard I’ve been pointing out all along… maybe if I chop my dick off and wear a dress then someone will finally give a shit, or at least I’ll be allowed to talk about my problems even if no one cares…
My ex grew and changed. You haven’t. That’s the part you’ve conveniently ignored this whole time. I literally explained that in an earlier post, but you’re more than happy to ignore information that conflicts with your fake ass worldview. I’m not some shmuck who thinks she is irredeemable because she didn’t choose me, and instead eventually found someone else who really treated her right, after struggling with her trauma for a while. If she had kept doing dumb shit and getting with abusive men her whole life maybe your argument would have a leg to stand on, but right now your argument is a fucking quadriplegic.
As I said before, she eventually got divorced and broke free from her traumatic past and is now happily married to a good man and has kids. But sure, the fact that she grew and changed means nothing and means she’s to blame! No, losers like you you refuse to grow are the only people to blame.
It’s not a double standard if it’s bullshit you made up in your own head that doesn’t match the facts of the situation.
Incel is an insult because people like you make it your whole personality and are bitter sad sacks who make it the worlds problem instead of choosing to look inward. People give up and insult incels not because they can’t get laid, but because they make their whole lives about it instead of finding anything constructive to do with their time like my asexual friends do. If you think people actually make fun of incels because they don’t get laid and not that they fail to see how their shitty fucking attitudes is why they don’t get laid while latching on to anything to try to justify it except their own shit behavior and beliefs, you’re missing the forest for the trees.
Also, I didn’t get laid until I was 20. You are literally reaching for any, and I mean any, reason for this to not be your fault and to justify being bitter and angry and unlikeable.
I don’t make it my fucking personality. I’ve been made fun of throughout my adulthood for not getting consistently laid. Don’t gaslight me that it’s all in my head and that I’m just making it up.
I’m consistently rejected by society. Not even in terms of sex. That’s another problem, whenever I talk about being rejected by society people think I’m talking exclusively about sex. That’s indicative of their perception of the term “society.”
I don’t call myself an incel. But when other people call me that, it’s based in cruelty, vindictiveness, and a feeling of superiority. They enjoy having someone to talk down to because they’re getting laid and someone else isn’t. Stop acting like they’re actually morally superior because they’re well-adjusted, and that I deserve the hate because I’m bitter after a lifetime of ostracization.
People don’t fucking like me, and it’s as simple as that. It doesn’t matter what I do, because people have disliked me my entire life. I haven’t always been bitter, but there’s a reason I am now. And it’s not as simplistic as “because I don’t get laid.” I don’t fucking care if I get laid or not. But if I get treated as subhuman for not getting laid, that I have a problem with. Yet what I raise a concern about it, people say I’m acting “entitled to sex,” missing the point entirely and reducing it to a strawman.
It doesn’t matter what I fucking do, people have never liked me and they never will. It only makes sense that I’m bitter. Stop acting like my bitterness came first. You don’t even fucking know me. If I were to suddenly decide to be cheery, people still wouldn’t like me. They wouldn’t trust me either, because it would be obviously contrived.
Stop pretending I can simply choose not to be bitter.
I’m not the one who is pretending. You do you, obviously no one will be able to break through that wall of self importance.
EDIT:
*Gestures broadly at this entire thread.
Sure looks like it from here.
Apparently giving a shit about my own problems is “self-importance.” Let’s see how that scales to the general populace…
Once again, you whining that people don’t like you isn’t the same as caring about your civil rights dumbfuck. I gave you a lot of outs in this conversation, but your whiny bitch ass just wants to keep digging a deeper hole to prove how unlikable you are. Well, guess what, you succeeded, I officially don’t like you and think you suck. Not because you’re a bad person, but because you have zero self reflection and whine about lame shit when people tried to help you understand and do better.
Be happy, you got what you really wanted, people don’t like you. Good job, it’s a self fulfilling prophecy you fucking idiot. If the only thing you put out into the world is “no one likes me and everyone judges me” eventually, that’s all you’ll get from the world. You get out what you put in, and you’re obviously all too happy to put in “I want people to fucking hate me so I can be sad and bitter about it.”
At least you finally understand. It took you long enough to get it through your head. Now go look yourself in a mirror and see the monster lurking within, waiting for you to let your guard down long enough that it can break free.
Of course it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. That’s how trauma works. A pattern was ingrained in my deep subconscious at an early age, and I’ve been reliving it on repeat ever since. Even if someone gives me a chance, I drive them away because it’s easier than building something on potential only to inevitably see it come crashing down. I don’t need the anxiety of constantly dreading when that might come. I don’t even try to build relationships anymore, because according to my cognitive conditioning it can only end in pain and disaster.
So you finally admit that you’re the problem here. Glad you recognized it. Now shut the fuck up.
You aren’t your cognitive conditioning, you can make a choice to be different. You don’t want to make that choice, ergo, you can fuck off. That’s me setting a boundary with someone who obviously isn’t worth the effort.
Nope, this conversation started with you saying your ex isn’t to blame for her trauma, and now you’re blaming me for my trauma.
She left you because she couldn’t handle being treated with respect. And you say that’s okay, but I’m wrong for avoiding relationships for similar reasons? (In addition to growing accustomed to rejection, ostracization, ridicule, and derision)
Still the same double standard I’ve been pointing out all along… maybe if I chop my dick off and wear a dress then someone will finally give a shit, or at least I’ll be allowed to talk about my problems even if no one cares…
My ex grew and changed. You haven’t. That’s the part you’ve conveniently ignored this whole time. I literally explained that in an earlier post, but you’re more than happy to ignore information that conflicts with your fake ass worldview. I’m not some shmuck who thinks she is irredeemable because she didn’t choose me, and instead eventually found someone else who really treated her right, after struggling with her trauma for a while. If she had kept doing dumb shit and getting with abusive men her whole life maybe your argument would have a leg to stand on, but right now your argument is a fucking quadriplegic.
As I said before, she eventually got divorced and broke free from her traumatic past and is now happily married to a good man and has kids. But sure, the fact that she grew and changed means nothing and means she’s to blame! No, losers like you you refuse to grow are the only people to blame.
It’s not a double standard if it’s bullshit you made up in your own head that doesn’t match the facts of the situation.