This summer I had been spending a warm August evening talking to a friend in his backyard. We had a few beers and were discussing different issues and common acquaintances. He knows about my problem and this blog but doesn’t follow it that regularly.

During this year we had less contact than previous years due to various circumstances so he wasn’t aware of the shift in my thinking I experienced this year.

Anyway, we somehow got to these topics and I told him what I think the actual reasons for my incel are and what I plan to do about this. I told him about what society really is, how women actually are and how I think I might attract a woman and for which activities (which, sadly, don’t include a relationship, since they’re not capable of understanding the concept).

As I was telling him the horrible truth about why incel happens and what women want he kept getting paler and paler, looking at me with terrified eyes. By the time I finished telling him about what disgusting men and sickening acts women today want and with which barbaric actions I plan to attract one, he froze and, despite being a healthy man in his 20s who was in no way drunk that evening nor acutely or chronically ill, literally threw up.