You people idolize the '50s and '60s where every dumpy loser had "a wife to call his own." But as women became more free over the following decades to make enough money to support themselves and be single if they so choose, they gradually stopped selecting guys like you, even when doing so meant they were going to die alone.

How did you react? You went online and raged about "Chad", your little neologism that maybe meant something concrete once but now just means "any guy who gets the girls who turn you down." You spent every discussion insinuating that all those women were crazy, because it was easier to pretend something was wrong with 3.5 billion of them rather than one of you. You mythologized Chad because it was easier to conceive of the guys actually getting desirable women as some kind of mythic Lothario that it was to conceive of yourself as a deficient, ineffectual, and ultimately forgotten sack of shit.

If you took a minute to log off your red pill support groups and looked in the mirror, you'd see a person who's some combination of ugly, poor, fat, weak, impotent, dumb, ineffectual, and overall just generally unpleasant to be around. You have no good rebuttal to the obvious fact that many women are choosing to be very, very alone rather than form any meaningful kind of affection for you. If you were being honest with yourself, you would be forced to admit that if you were a woman with even a modicum of options, you wouldn't give yourself a second look either. And really, you're finding it more and more difficult to convince others, and probably yourself deep down, that all of this is somehow entirely someone else's fault.

Here's the good news: There's hope for you yet. It involves working harder to get a better job, lifting weights, dressing better, taking some level of pride in your personal appearance, and making a legitimate effort to improve your many, many deep-rooted character flaws. And it also involves looking in that mirror and telling yourself that you are a person with flaws and you are not entitled to make a meaningful connection with anyone other than a flawed person. But you can do that. If you learn how to be interesting without being a douchebag, compassionate without being a pussy, and reliable without being boring, you can really learn to appreciate another person, and be appreciated for the person that you are, and you can really, truly, for the first time in your adult life, be happy.

But none of that is going to happen if you keep spending three hours a day hanging out with your band of angry, autistic racist dorks who tell you that you don't have to do anything to better yourself besides be a limp-dicked beta for the rest of your life. But maybe if you had the desire and capability to do that at this point, you would've done it by now.