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l’ll never get to enjoy the things that normal people do with their friends because I don’t have any friends. I’ll never have an active sex life or find a girlfriend. I’ll never marry and have children. I’ll never make my parents proud. I’ll die alone and nobody will attend my funeral.
I don’t lose any sleep over the fact that I’ll never be rich and famous because it’s so improbable. If the things I mentioned above are just as unlikely to happen, then why do they make me feel so sad and hopeless? It’s irrational.
I think the answer is that I’ve come to think of them as attainable things and because of social conditioning, which is a problem because they aren’t attainable for an incel; I think the key to breaking free of inceldom and its terrible impact on your mental health is to analyse your thoughts and feelings for illogicality and adjust them to your situation, until the fact that you’ll never be sexually desired is no more bothersome than the fact you’ll never be a billionaire.
I’m going to fill the void by travelling the world, learning and enjoying the pleasures of life that are available to me. I’m at my most content when I’m working on something or immersed in a good film or something. I’ll find my passions and throw myself into them so I don’t even have time to think about loneliness.
If you can’t win the game, don’t play it. Giving up on your dreams and adjusting your thoughts to your reality is an enormous weight off your shoulders; you start to see a new future for yourself that’s actually attainable, which gives you a new lease of life. It takes a lot of work mentally but I’m getting there.
Disclaimer: I realise this may read as one monumental cope, but if you’re a genetic dead end it’s cope or rope, so is finding elaborate ways to cope such a bad thing?
I don’t lose any sleep over the fact that I’ll never be rich and famous because it’s so improbable. If the things I mentioned above are just as unlikely to happen, then why do they make me feel so sad and hopeless? It’s irrational.
I think the answer is that I’ve come to think of them as attainable things and because of social conditioning, which is a problem because they aren’t attainable for an incel; I think the key to breaking free of inceldom and its terrible impact on your mental health is to analyse your thoughts and feelings for illogicality and adjust them to your situation, until the fact that you’ll never be sexually desired is no more bothersome than the fact you’ll never be a billionaire.
I’m going to fill the void by travelling the world, learning and enjoying the pleasures of life that are available to me. I’m at my most content when I’m working on something or immersed in a good film or something. I’ll find my passions and throw myself into them so I don’t even have time to think about loneliness.
If you can’t win the game, don’t play it. Giving up on your dreams and adjusting your thoughts to your reality is an enormous weight off your shoulders; you start to see a new future for yourself that’s actually attainable, which gives you a new lease of life. It takes a lot of work mentally but I’m getting there.
Disclaimer: I realise this may read as one monumental cope, but if you’re a genetic dead end it’s cope or rope, so is finding elaborate ways to cope such a bad thing?
