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Ok. So you know you'll be harrowed by the misery of loneliness 'till you die. What's the consolation prize? What can possibly convince you to go on, to keep living day to day? I suppose the answers are as various as we lonely folk are. But are these various answers all equally realistic? Are...

Ya. This is what I have had to accept as real for me as well. Every time I think about it I start to cry. The more real it is for me, the more I feel like a metaphorical cold, black wave of death propagates through my body, annihilating my life energy.

The Birdcage.

I too tinker with computers to distract me from my loneliness. Got a batch of old ones that I try to upgrade to their highest possible performance.

I've been INCEL lonely 99% of my life. I mean INCEL in the old-school meaning of the word, before that word got redefined to include the belief that one has a right to sex. (I keep having to capitalize the whole word INCEL to prevent the auto spell check from changing it to intel.) And I often...

Involuntary celibacy also hurts. It hurts knowing one can't have the healing, soothing, thrilling touch of a lover.

Loneliness hurts.