You will never be a real incel.

You will never be a real incel. You have a jawline, you decent height, you have no male pattern baldness. You are a handsome man twisted by the black pill and memes into self-doubt and inferiority complexes.

All the "rejection" you get is only inside your head. Behind your back people like you. Your parents are proud of you, your colleagues whisper how cute you are behind closed doors.

Women are innately attracted by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed women to sniff out good genetics with incredible efficiency. Even women who "rejected" you would've changed their mind if you actually tried. Your facial structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you aren't exactly the type of some women, she'll introduce you to her girlfriends the moment she acknowledges your objectively good features.

You will never be truly alone. You wrench out a fake frown every single morning and tell yourself you're destined to be alone, but deep inside you feel hope blossoming like a hot spring, ready to lift you up any moment from now.

Eventually it'll be too much to bear - you'll install Tinder,put yourself out there, find a girlfriend, and passionate sex with her. Your parents will hear about that, relieved that you finally found the happiness they knew you deserve. They'll praise you with warmth and proudness,and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know you have gotten consensual sex from a girl. Your mind will be freed from all the doubt, and all that will remain is a man that is unmistakably successful.

This is your fate. This is what you were born into. There is no turning back.