International Brotherhood of Men

Feel like the strings of sanity are starting to slip.

I was watching the new steam controller's overview from valve. In the video the controller and a foids hands are visible which are holding the controller. I had a depression episode out of that. How much i wanted to hold a girls hands for once in my life. Imagine watching a video like that and getting depressed.

My envy is overflowing. Every time i go out. People can see my eyes filled with envy and rage. They can sense it.

Sometimes i lose control and without even a concious input, i hit my desk or the wall. No control.

A few weeks ago there was a guy who bumped me in the bus. Normally i would have let it slide but he had his gf with him which he was holding hands with. That made me rage so much. I was almost going to fight him but i was in front of my college and i did not want to have to deal with any "disciplinary" action.
If it was today i perhaps wouldnt have been able to control myself. Its only getting worse over time.

I hate every single young couple on the street. I hate all of them. For the sole reason that they can have what i can not,what i have valued over all else.

I just want love. Just want to hug,hold hands. Sex isnt even the first thing im thinking about. Just want someone to stand by me. Just want to hear a foids calming voice.

Every time im in a group with dudes and someone starts talking about their gf,i just want to go berserk and smash everything.

Literally dont give a fuck about anything anymore. Just want to rot.

Being here with my brothers and having a place to rent like this calms the flames down. Even if its a bit.

Hal Stewart wrote: 28 Apr 2026, 19:43 Feel like the strings of sanity are starting to slip.

I was watching the new steam controller's overview from valve. In the video the controller and a foids hands are visible which are holding the controller. I had a depression episode out of that. How much i wanted to hold a girls hands for once in my life. Imagine watching a video like that and getting depressed.

My envy is overflowing. Every time i go out. People can see my eyes filled with envy and rage. They can sense it.

Sometimes i lose control and without even a concious input, i hit my desk or the wall. No control.

A few weeks ago there was a guy who bumped me in the bus. Normally i would have let it slide but he had his gf with him which he was holding hands with. That made me rage so much. I was almost going to fight him but i was in front of my college and i did not want to have to deal with any "disciplinary" action.
If it was today i perhaps wouldnt have been able to control myself. Its only getting worse over time.

I hate every single young couple on the street. I hate all of them. For the sole reason that they can have what i can not,what i have valued over all else.

I just want love. Just want to hug,hold hands. Sex isnt even the first thing im thinking about. Just want someone to stand by me. Just want to hear a foids calming voice.

Every time im in a group with dudes and someone starts talking about their gf,i just want to go berserk and smash everything.

Literally dont give a fuck about anything anymore. Just want to rot.

Being here with my brothers and having a place to rent like this calms the flames down. Even if its a bit.

I feel your pain brother and know it all too well from a lifetime of inceldom. I am in my late 40's and as such, have endured more sexual privation, personal immiserating and abject suffering then any other comrade here and possibly more then any other man alive. This is one of many reasons why I alone am the Fuhrer of all incel men and the Commander in Chief of the Revolution.

I would tell you that the best advice I can impart to young comrades who have to endure these many intolerable sleights is that you should use your rage constructively as I once did. While I have become more stoical in my old age there was a time when I was teeming with blood lust and a desire to annihilate everyone around me by beating them to death with my massively powerful bare hands (I have always been musclemaxxed). Take your hatred and bring it with you to the gym or to the jiujitsu studio or any other place where it can be transformed into a means of self improvement and personal empowerment.

After enduring a lifetime of inceldom, I have ironically become something of a living paradox since my own rage fueled lifts have enabled me to attain a vastly superior masculine physique which hot women now take notice of, especially in the gym and look upon me with long, lustful gazes. I am soon actually bring a final and penultimate end to my own saga by achieving sexual satisfaction with an exquisitely hot gym foid whose number I shall be asking for this weekend. See my Megan Fox look alike thread in the forums for greater insights on this splendid plan.

In summation I say to you this; much like the Sith from Star Wars who used their anger to give them greater power and become masters of their own destiny, you too should embrace your inner rage. Let it impel you to greater personal achievement, let it give you a newfound purpose, embrace it and recognize that it can empower you beyond your wildest imaginations just as it has nearly done for me.

Me too brother, me too.