Incel: Chapter 9; If He Had Someone In His Corner
The blackpill? What was that?
He typed his question into google.
Huh…there was that word incel again. A number of the responses to his post had called him an incel. Maybe that was what he should be googling.
What is an incel?
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Unable to find a romantic or sexual partner? Well that sounded like him. But what was that Urban Dictionary bit? He didn’t think women were shallow….did he? They did always seem to go for the better-looking guys. He clicked the Urban Dictionary link.
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Oh…fuck all that then. He wasn’t a sexist. He didn’t think women owed him sex. He was just sad and lonely. He wanted to figure out how to get a girl interested in him. How could he approach them? He wanted that girlfriend experience more than anything. Yeah, he still had to figure out his life. But it might be easier if he had someone was in his corner. Right now it was only him. All alone….
He didn’t know why he kept going, but he did. He went back to Reddit and he searched for incels. If they really did have terrible attitudes and hate women, he’d ignore that. Right now, he just wanted to feel like he wasn’t alone. Posting in r/lonely had only made him feel worse than ever. Get a better attitude…it’s your fault…take a shower….it’s easy. But it wasn’t easy and he took showers plenty and he felt less understood than ever.
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Wow…these guys were…a lot. Okay, he was looking in the wrong place. This was some kind of crazy group. He decided to look elsewhere.
He typed “lonely communities” into the searchbar and scrolled through the results.
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Incels without hate…that was interesting. Did that mean it was guys who couldn’t get girls without all of that weird stuff? He clicked the link about the Joker movie.
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He opened up the first post, hoping to find some tips.
He read through it.
There were some good tips. He was overwhelmed by the thought of trying to enact some of them. Take himself on dates? Go out into public and go on adventures?
He guessed he could do that. Where would he even go though?
The part that struck him the hardest was the part about not talking to people because you find them hot or want something from them. Did he do that? He wasn’t entirely sure. He did know that when he was talking to women, he was usually thinking of fucking them or wondering what his chances were if he asked them out.
He could give some of this a try. He could become more interesting. He had to admit, he didn’t have a lot going for him other than his vidya and anime. He could find something else. Become more well-rounded…
He scrolled down to the comments and read.
He didn’t understand most of it. First there was someone saying all of the advice was the usual normie advice. Then a long thread between what Adam assumed to be an incel and someone from “IT”, whatever that was. The user from IT said that they hadn’t known incels who weren’t hateful, condoning rape and other horrible things, existed (hadn’t Adam just found them within five minutes of googling? Psshh..) Then a bunch of the incels said that IT existed to bully and harass incels. Braincels was mentioned (the same sub that commenter had mentioned?) and the braincels’ users defended. It was said they hate women because of their own awful experiences with women.
The IT user asked them to summarize the blackpill philosophy.
[image error]This is an actual post from r/incelswithouthate. I wanted to let the incels speak for themselves now and again throughout the book. A female humanoid organism like myself can only paraphrase so much without losing some of the spirit of the original arguments.
Fuck. If that was the blackpill, then Adam had swallowed it whole. He saw a lot of truth here. Women were always hooking up with criminals and thugs, abusers, drug addicts. If he had muscles, women dropped to their knees.
He’d known this for years. His neighbor’s kid, R.J, in and out of jail. He was a twenty-four-year-old deadbeat who’d been convicted of the second degree murder of his own kid. The details of the day were sketchy. Somehow the kid had been left in the crib while a suspicious fire started. R.J and his girlfriend ran out of the house, leaving the baby to burn to death. There was a nasty rumor that he’d once referred to the event as a “late-stage abortion.”
That sack of shit pulled more pussy than anybody Adam knew. He had prison tats and rock-hard abs. He always had side-chicks for days.
And Adam was nice. And Adam was funny. And Adam would treat a girl right.
But he was a ginger with an ugly face.
Maybe this guy was right.
It was a superficial rat race.
And that race had been rigged against him from the start.