As of late, the incel resolves to never talk about his plight with women with his therapist ever again, and instead challenges himself to bring up other more big-brain topics to his sessions. To accomplish that, he needs to do two things - minimize the instinct to simp and carefully take note of the thoughts and concerns that populate that now empty space in his mind so he has enough material to cover that oh-so-menacing 50 minute slot. A few ideas:
- His closest friend suggesting he save face less and be more honest about his own feelings to other friends
- What does it mean to be a proper role model for younger people around you and to what extent can that practically be embodied?
Ironically enough, it is this mental regression (or “retardation” in the etymological sense) of being “unable” to find a partner that is making the incel the kind of person that nobody wants to be attached to in the first place. It truly is a race against the clock to overcome his own concupiscence. The more he wants women, the less that women want him, full Ataru Moroboshi style.