The black pill is nihilistic, only if you think that female validation and sexual success are the only things that matter in life – otherwise, it’s the path to a rebirth that you’d never find with the red or blue pill.
Black pill = hope. It’s hope for everything beyond intimate relationships that is worth living for.
I used to think the “black pill” was the invention of the artist formerly known as Omega Virgin Revolt, as some kind of red pill for black guys (typical self-segregation – certain black guys who need their own black version of everything) but even if I got that story right, everyone now knows it as the incels’ final resignation to a life of sexual failure and sexual nihilism.
Why is that so bad, for an incel?
Why are noncels so afraid of incels taking this pill?
You’ll probably get different answers on that from different noncels. If you asked a male noncel this question, he’s probably going to immediately assume that you’re an incel, try to make the conversation about you, and appoint himself as your new dating coach. If you asked a female noncel (and if she’s not too creeped out to answer and doesn’t call the cops on you) she’d probably tell you that it leads to “violence against womyn” and “male supremacy” and a bunch of other regurgitated claptrap from the mainstream or her womyn’s studies classes. If you asked a Protestant preacher or other loudmouthed tradcon, they might tell you that western society desperately needs to get its fertility numbers back up, because we need more worker bees (but not his kids – they’re going to Harvard) and maybe you’ll get a subtextual vibe about Islam filling the vacuum if we don’t. At least the tradcon’s answer would be somewhat honest and coherent, even if aligns with their own interests more than yours. There are also some with obvious reasons, like RSD/PUA snake oil salesmen, and internet sirens who get incels to simp them, so they can be attention leeches.
Noncels have their reasons for wanting incels to keep running on the hamster wheel of futility, and it’s possible that an underlying psychological motivator may be that they simply want to see you continue to lose at a game they continue to win. After all, how can there be winners without losers? What fun is a loser who won’t play anymore? If he stops playing, he stops losing, and if he stops losing, he’s not a loser anymore – never mind what nursery rhymes they tell you about sportsmanship. It’s more like a bunch of players at a poker table, who can see that you have a losing hand, and telling you not to fold. Let’s have some reality for once.
The black pill should be viewed as the incels’ MGTOW – the prudent realization akin to how sometimes a limb needs to be amputated to save the rest of the body. Certain pursuits in life need to be abandoned in order to make the most of whatever else life has to offer. When a person has a consistent pattern of abject failure at a particular pursuit, it’s only reasonable to abandon that pursuit at some point, especially past an age where it makes any sense to keep pursuing it. There are radio commercials in the US for insurance that narrate the fictitious stories of people who practiced and practiced a sport, with big dreams in mind, “Until one day, he decided he just wasn’t that good at _____,” then throwing out the consolation that they saved by switching insurance. Well, when it comes to sexuality, you shouldn’t have to wait until half your life is behind you, and you couldn’t even hypothetically have a relationship with any fertility in mind, before you ashcan that dream and grab hold of the next train out of the station, headed somewhere that at least might end up being worthwhile. An incel is a man who was dealt a losing hand with females, and it’s his right to fold, and save his chips for another table. Of course, noncels will never agree with or understand this decision, but it’s your life, not theirs.
In fact…that’s probably what’s at the core of the noncels’ problem with the black pill. You’re talking about a vocal majority of people who cannot relate to the idea of a life without intimacy that is worth living. Being faced with a truly solitary life is far, far too grim for most of them to contemplate. Now of course, it’s not like getting into that head space is easy for incels either – especially younger ones, which is understandable – but it’s going to be categorically impossible for a noncel to try on that idea. They therefore assume that ending up in a place like that is tantamount to damnation, leading to suicide at best, and mass murder at worst. If only they realized how much better off incels would be if they’d keep their ignorance to themselves, and just quietly celebrate that they will never have to face it…
But what about the fertility and replacement rate? And what about all the females who need someone to support them? And what about the Muslims hordes?!
Well, what about all that? What’s an incel going to do about any of that? I mean honestly, those are all someone else’s problems – no, really, they are. Go talk to the alphas and Chads about that. Just one of them can do all the repopulating work of a thousand incels (females would prefer that anyway). Better yet, talk to the females about that – it is with the female gender that these problems started, so that’s where the solution should be applied, hadn’t it? The last people who should have to worry about the macro issues of family and reproduction, as it relates to the fate of civilization, are the incels. They’re in no position to do anything. The only way you could give incels the power to do anything about it would be to do like Turd Flinging Monkey always insists, and take away women’s rights and sexual autonomy – that’s the only way you’re going to get females to reproduce with gamma and omega incels. Now, whether or not the revocation of women’s rights is the only way to save Western civilization is a discussion for another time and place; but we can say, right here and now, that given the status quo of females holding the prerogative of sexual selection (and deselection), expecting male incels to do anything about the population situation is out of the question. Sure, they can “care” I suppose – nothing wrong with taking sides in an obvious fight – but it’s like caring about an election you can’t vote in. I guess it’s the thought that counts…I don’t know…
What it all boils down to is what kind of medicine is in the black pill that you’re taking. Will you take the poison of self-destruction…or the medicine that stops you from beating a dead horse, and allows you to be all that you were destined to be, wasting no time with what you’re not?
That’s a choice you can make, with open eyes.
My advice? You should obviously take the latter option.
Fold your hand, and take your chips elsewhere. There are more tables in the casino of life.