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Sources say the easiest way to spot an incel is to just sit back and notice how inaccurately their descriptions of romantic relationships are. Without any real world experience to draw on, all they can do is repeat back the stories that have been swapped back and forth between all of the other ignorant loners, or else describing lessons they've gleaned from porn. To other antisocial losers their stories sound accurate and familiar, but to anyone who's had serious respectful loving relationships, incel stories just sound off in a disgusting way that exposes not only the incel's ignorance but also the negative whiny sullen weirdo vibes that probably played a large part in them living a life of lonely isolation. They aren't fooling any normal people, but that's the point. Normal people see right through that crazy babbling, shudder and move on, leaving only the people unable to separate fact from fiction to participate in their insular discussions. If you like nifty belt notching narratives, you might want to check out two of Manny's classics (just in time for Halloween): A lament for times long gone... Posted by Manstuprator on 2023-October-8 01:54:52, Sunday The BoyLover's Lament Posted by Manstuprator on 2024-February-17 07:39:26, Saturday These stories are actually quite sad and pathetic. Imagine getting old without ever knowing what friendship means enough to be able to describe it. Manny is like a wannabe cat lover who shows up to the Cat Appreciation Society with a crock pot and a cook book happy to describe his love for cat. When he sees the look of disgust and horror come across the faces in the crowd he fails to grock what their problem is, assuming that they have some issue with the spice choices or with the gluten in his cat buns. Sad! ![]() |