Yet another one coming oh so close to empathy but not quite getting there. He decides to hate women because they hate him, but fails to realize that it's a two-way street.
And he starts by saying that he is finally going to accept that he is a misogynist, meaning his hate has been long term, but he never puts 2 and 2 together and realizes that his hate most likely preceded theirs.
And then there is the central paradox of inceldom: If women are actually as terrible as they say, then why the hell would they want to be with them in the first place, and why would they angst when they fail?
Simply, they turn all their anger and loathing of themselves onto other people by projecting all their shortcomings onto them. Their vitriol is simply an expression of how much they hate themselves.