“We're lucky in a way”
COMEX Sour Grapes Rationalization:
“Normies spend their youth fucking around, which most of us envy. But at a certain point they stop, "settle down". This is where we're lucky.”
So, the incels whine about wanting intimacy and emotional connections, and think they’re lucky to duck that because…?
“They're convinced by society, their parents and relatives, movies and TV shows and school and colleagues, that getting married and having children is what you have to do.”
No, actually, I had planned to die a bachelor with four dogs. I WANTED to marry her because of how she makes me feel.
“And they do it. They think that "love exists".”
An incel lectures me on women, and sex, and intimacy, and taunts me for an emotion he’s never felt.
Was it the Great Race when the woman slingshot a watermelon into her own face?
“Within less than 2 years the love has faded,”
So, wait, you just put scare quotes around ‘love exists,’ to question that claim. NOW you admit it did exist? idiot.
You’ve never felt sufficient love to marry someone, what makes you think it fades?
“but the programming is so thorough that they convince themselves that it's fine - like when you buy something expensive and it turns out to be shit, you lie to yourself, afraid to think about the what it cost you.”
The sunken cost fallacy. You could just name it, if you knew what you’re talking about, rather than try to explain it by example.
“Settling down turns out is not fun at all.”
How in the goddamned fuck would you have the slightest fucking idea?
I’ve been married for 40 years and still having a blast.
“It's work on top of your already demanding full-time job. So they have a kid. That will fix things.”
Fix things? The kids were not the ‘fix’ for anything, they were the fucking GOALS you ignorant poser.
“But it doesn't. They fool themselves that they enjoy being parents, taking care of this thing, but it's just a drain of energy, time and money.”
Make up your mind. EITHER the kids don’t work and I’m miserable, OR i’ve convinced myself that I’m happy. They can’t both be truth.
You’re just strawmanning yourself into a stroke.
“And then they grow old. Hating their life but not daring to admit it.”
If i won’t admit that to myself, how would YOU find out?
“Meanwhile, we were miserable from the start, but at least we're free when we're not wageslaving.”
Free to spend endless hours, and i mean HOURS, thinking about my life and rationalizing why you would not want it. And typing it all out, trying to make your misery contagious.
Pathetic loser.