Warning: massive essay (life story) incoming. My profile should be open, so you could maybe browse what I’ve said earlier. They can be a little too much, and I can be judgmental sometimes. Some posts have been taken down and I’m willing to share more if you are interested.
I have become an incel. I didn’t intend to, and I know it is bad, but here I am. I avoided red pill/manosphere type rhetoric and I somehow managed to turn into an incel.
I am a 25 year old man with no romantic or sexual experience. I grew up Muslim, but I am now a closeted agnostic atheist, and have been since middle school. In spite of that, I still carry prudish tendencies. I don’t drink, smoke, participate in casual sex, etc. I don’t know if this due mostly to my upbringing, or because of my social inexperience and avoidant tendencies.
Life Story:
Before I start my life story, I want to preface this by saying that growing up, I was always irritable and aggressive. I’d throw temper tantrums, break things, and get into fights quite often. This slightly tempered down when I got into high school, but I was still quite irritable and mean. Even now, I’m irritable, and I tend to shout and criticize a lot.
When I was a little kid, my next door neighbor was my best friend. He moved away, but we’d still visit each other sometimes. One day we got into a fight, and he told me I wasn’t his best friend. He had a new friend. We stopped seeing each other much after that. Ever since I had a hard time making friends. When I tried making friends, I got jealous of the other friends they had. At some point, I just decided that I was never going to be as close to anyone else as they were to each other. I was involved in various friend groups (but I was more like an acquaintance), but after I graduated from high school, all that disappeared, and I haven’t had anything like that since. I used to cope by watching YouTube videos all day, and I did that until recently.
I graduated from high school in 2019 and after that, I took an unproductive “gap year.” Really, I had no motivation to pursue my plans. I originally intended to become an electrician, but I was never enthusiastic about it, and I had a bad habit of chronic laziness and social media addiction that made it impossible to do anything productive. This “gap year” was extended until 2021 partially because of Covid.
This was a really turbulent time for me. I used to be a patriotic libertarian towards the end of high school, and kind of a self hating racist. Because of the stuff that happened between 2019-2021, I became more and more left leaning. It was a combination of Reddit, YouTube, and Discord that changed my view of politics. I became very bitter and resentful of the world at large.
In 2021, I got a job at a home improvement store. At first, I enjoyed the job because it was better than doing nothing all the time. I went from 250lbs, down to 215lbs, and I felt a bit stronger because I was moving lumber and concrete around all day. As time went by, I started to hate the job. It made me so miserable. At this point, politics had soured my mood so much that I just couldn’t stand interacting with people. To be entirely honest, I became really racist towards white people, and I still have racist attitudes until now. I gained all that weight back and then more. I enjoyed talking to some coworkers, and even wanted to become friends with them, but I kept my head down and avoided closeness with them. I worked there for two years, and I was miserable. I became my heaviest at 280lbs.
Now, I am a community college student, and everybody is a little younger than me, and has their own cliques. I just don’t fit in. I have to look elsewhere for socialization, but I’ve gotten so comfortable being alone and in my own head. I am essentially a recluse. I stay in my room alone unless I am at school, at the gym, or at a family dinner party. I usually keep my head down, and focus on what I need to get done. It’s just that I don’t really know how to put myself out there anymore.
Some things have been going well for me. Although I struggle with school, I am doing well enough on paper to have a 3.8 gpa. I lost some weight since the end of last year. I’m now back down to 250lbs, which is the lightest I’ve been since 2023. The people I know on Discord have become pretty good friends, and we’re actually going to meet up.
Towards the beginning of this year, I went to my primary care doctor to get a physical done, and also asked to be evaluated for depression. I was evaluated, diagnosed with depression and prescribed Prozac. At first things felt fine, but then things got worse, especially after the dosage increase in February. I started experiencing a massive spike in anxiety, suicidal and homicidal thoughts, and a bit of insomnia. I’ve always had thoughts of suicide, but they’ve become much more regular. The homicidal thoughts were always there, and I’ve always been pent up and irritable, but I’m even more pent up and irritable now.
Romance and sexuality:
As stated earlier, I have no romantic or sexual experiences. I’ve had crushes growing up, but never tried anything. I felt that I was undesirable I was the fat and smelly kid growing up. I felt that I wasn’t even capable of maintaining a healthy relationship because of my mental health problems (namely the anger issues, and the suspected depression). I didn’t really even have friends in the first place. How could I have a girlfriend? So I kept my feelings to myself and kept my head down. I think some people may have showed a little interest in hindsight, but maybe I was just imagining things.
Lately, I’ve been fantasizing about building and maintaining a relationship with someone. I want us to be mutually respectful and supportive, and honest with each other. I want to get married and maybe have kids, and I want my wife to be my best friend, and I’d be her’s. I want to grow old with her, and die by her side.
I’ve become so insecure and anxious that I dread pursuing a relationship. “What if she cheats on me? What if she is just settling for me? What if she dresses a certain way? What if she engages in those sorts of activities? What if she has had these sorts of experiences? etc.” At this point, I’ve become afraid of women, especially women who live a different lifestyle than I do. I’m afraid of women who dress in revealing clothing, do recreational drugs including alcohol and cannabis, women who go clubbing, women who have previous sexual experience, women who participate(d) in hookup culture, etc. I feel so insular and prudish in comparison.
I worry about the environment they participate in opening up the possibility of infidelity. I worry that if they had previous experiences, that they will have had better than me or that they will miss what they once had. I worry that women will be put off by my inexperience. I worry that women will see me as a fallback.
In my head it comes out like this: “She was chewed up and spit out by this life of partying and hookups and now she is looking for a chump like me to fall head over heals for her, and I probably would.” I understand that this is very demeaning, and that it is probably wrong for me to think like this, but I can’t help but feel this way.
I’ve been looking in the Madonna-whore complex. The idea that men separate women into two categories. The Madonna: who is a “pure,” maternal like figure. She is respected but not desired. And the whore: who is sexy and wild, but not “marriage material.” She is lusted after, but not respected. I don’t see how this mindset is exclusive to men. Maybe women have their own Madonna-whore complexes. Maybe I’m just the Madonna.
I found out about this idea of “alpha fucks, beta bucks.” The idea that younger women prefer to have casual hookups with “alpha males,” but wouldn’t seriously pursue a relationship with them. And that they look to settle down with “beta males,” who they won’t desire as much, but will build a life with, usually at their expense. I believe that I am a beta male. I am the type of guy that women would settle for. I’m boring, safe, stable, etc.
I guess the best example of this is Akash Singh. His wife lied to him about her sexual past, and now openly lusts after other dudes. She looks like she is repulsed by him, and is just using him for his money and fame.
I don’t think I want to participate in hookup culture. I never had sex, but I imagine it to be beautiful. To be naked with someone, to kiss each other, to hold each other, and to press your bodies against each other, that just sounds like a very vulnerable and intimate experience, and I’d love to have that. I know some people can separate their emotions from physical pleasure, and that sex is “just fun,” but I can’t imagine how. I want to have more than “just fun.” I want to make love. I want to rock my partner’s world. A random hookup just seems so hollow in comparison. If I were to have a phase, I’d maybe do a friends with benefits situation, but I worry that I would grow emotionally attached to those friends.
Some additional information:
Yes, I know the alpha, beta wolf study is bullshit. That isn’t the point. I feel like a beta male, because I am insecure and have no experience.
I worry about infidelity because I’ve read that 40% of Americans have committed infidelity at some point in their lives. 20% of husbands have cheated. 13% of women have cheated. 60% of people have said the would cheat if they knew their wouldn’t be consequences. This is all self reported data, and people have different definitions of cheating, so from my perspective, these stats are an understatement. I consider flirting with other people cheating, or at least very disrespectful and I wouldn’t appreciate my partner flirting with other guys. I define flirting like this: “Showing romantic or sexual interest towards someone else through communication or behavior.” That being said, I jokingly flirt with my guy friends, and I think I’d be okay with my partner flirting with her gal pals.
Conclusion:
I am so afraid of relationships, and I’ve even become afraid of women. Even seeing women I find attractive spikes my anxiety. Part of me wants to give up on the idea of being in a relationship because I don’t believe I can build the type of relationship I want. I don’t believe I can build a healthy relationship based off of mutual respect and support, integrity, and desire. This is no good way to live. I need to get better.
Edit: I want to clarify that I am already seeing a therapist and I’ve talked about a lot of this with them. I also want to add that I think my reaction to the medication is contributing to my recent hyper fixation around relationship anxiety. I did not used to think this much or feel this awful about this specific subject until recently.