It might as well be my own hand on the madman’s lever—and yet, while I grieve for all innocents, my soul is at peace, insofar as it’s ever been at peace about anything.
Psychopath.
It might as well be my own hand on the madman’s lever—and yet, while I grieve for all innocents, my soul is at peace, insofar as it’s ever been at peace about anything.
Psychopath.
Given how often it shows up in his writings, this incel victim narrative is a linchpin to his personality. He even trots it out in the middle of this genocidal screed – in what on first glance seems to be an irrelevant detour. But it’s really not irrelevant. His self-inflicted psychic damage is painfully real and manifests itself in all sorts of toxic and sociopathic ways, including abject dehumanization of an entire population.
There’s a shocking level of scope insensitivity on display. Like, on one hand I think there’s something healthy in recognizing that some people are going to be assholes to you for their own reasons and that you can’t “fix” them. Like, I’m perfectly happy to live and let live with some of the people in my family or former friends for a variety of personal reasons, and like Scott here I found that my mental health and life outcomes improved significantly when I decided to accept this.
But I don’t even know how to explain that there’s a difference between saying “I don’t talk to people from high school anymore” and “we should depopulate and resettle an urban area the size of Detroit.” Like, this is fundamentally not something that should need to be explained.