You spent your life expecting a constant stream of rewards for what normal men consider the daily routine of living. And being rewarded is the only reason you see for doing anything. Finally you see no reason to reciprocate that sentiment. You believe nobody else should expect a reward and should in fact be willing to suffer to fulfill the part you demand they play for your personal satisfaction.
That is all on you. Now here’s the thing:
Despite the abnormality of your belief (or at least the abnormality of the extremity) women often grew up constantly told that being that reward for men is all that they will ever amount to - all that gives their lives any kind of value to anyone - and doing anything else with their life is a waste of time that keeps men from their reward especially if it keeps men from having leverage to ply against them. That doesn’t sound like a queen, it sounds like a trophy you expect to dispense candy every time you lace up your shoes.
Worse, a trophy that you don’t actually have to win, compete for, show any kind of respect to, or deserve in any capacity. You expect it to be yours because you’re just supposed to have one. Maybe you’ll throw some polish on it, not really as a favour to the trophy but because a dull bauble isn’t satisfactory to your self image and the competition you think you’re eternally in with other men and their trophies. And you’ll resent the trophy for “needing” the polish. If the candy ever stops coming you won’t hesitate to put some dents in it. And you’ll resent your trophy for being dented. And you want for the trophy to endure it all, to aggressively throw itself at you all for the privilege of being on your shelf. And you’ll resent your trophy being such a drag. The space it takes up on that shelf you will hold against the trophy. The dents you make you will hold against the trophy. Comparing your trophy with others you will hold against the trophy. Everything you feel about yourself and what you think you need the trophy for you will hold against the trophy. This understandably has not been satisfactory to women. It is to put it mildly complete fucking shit and no human being could possibly tolerate such a bleak existence without going insane. But they’re not human to you, even if you knew what being human meant. They’re just trophies.
Now after a long uphill battle a number of loud men diminish and try to rewrite in the history books women are out there doing the normal daily routine you think you should be constantly rewarded for. They do not do this for the promise of any such rewards as you are expecting. Their only reward in practice is scorn and they’re actively penalized even for success. They expect nothing from men in general and certainly not you specifically. Frankly they should expect even less. What they want is the same thing the normal men can expect for the daily routine of living. The ability to support themselves and define their lives on their own terms. That’s not a queen, either. And yet even the hostile reaction to this simple want is preferable to being treated like objects for their entire lives and hostages to another person’s whims. You have nothing to offer in exchange for total control over their lives, nothing to use as a gun to hold against their heads to force them to tolerate you let alone tether themselves to their misery and their lives subject to threat or humiliation just so you can get a reward for breathing, and you have no clue in this world that this is not actually how or why people develop intimate relationships. You only want others to placate your most shallow interpretation even if it means suffering.
And as a man I find the historical disparity of treatment appalling and downright insane. The alternate reality incels believe in and the measures they want taken to force the world to conform to it? Beyond all comprehension and horrifying beyond all but the very worst of my nightmares. But it’s just plain depressing for me to realize that in defiance of all logic and in spite of the fact you have no intention of contributing to your own survival let alone society as a whole unlike those women you wish to stop contributing and consign themselves to be your reward your preferences are still more likely to be catered to.
And even then? You won’t be happy. You’ll just have someone as miserable as you’ve made yourself that you forcefully dragged down to your level in easy reach and when hurting them doesn’t make you feel better you’ll simply want another way to take that out on someone else because you can only see your lack of fulfillment as everyone else’s fault. The only thing you could possibly do to find even a modicum of satisfaction in life is the one thing you never will.