Maybe that's the reason why I am incel, because I am kinda an underachiever. I don't have much education (I failed college) and have a low-paying job. Also, I tend to never be really good at anything in particular. I don't seem to have any talent. My main hobby is video games but even in that I am not very good for someone who play as often. I play online and suck a lot against other people. I do my best at my job but there always seem to be much faster people than me. I was never good in sports. It seems that everything I do, I am not exceptionally good at it.

I don't know, maybe women are seeking winners, or men who are good at something?

You're really good at defining the three worst places on Earth, FWIW.

I am very good at my profession. Top ten percenter and I take lots of pride in that fact.

Work has always been my mistress, for better or worse.

Have you ever taken any testings to see what you might be good at? Maybe you are
Underestimating your qualities or talents.

I'm an underachiever too. I had some potential when I was a child, but it all went to nothing because of really bad decisions and some bad luck.

Was pretty good at sports but I kind of held myself back from really trying my best to avoid the "try hard" label and to "save myself" for the big race or the big match when it would really count. Very misguided indeed, as I would have some terrible luck during training and injury myself badly but not in an outwardly obvious enough way so I wouldn't get any leeway for a bad performance. Consequently my stock with team mates/coaches/everyone would fall through the floor. Gave up on sports when I broke my foot twice in the same season. Can't run to save myself now, which really burns me up inside because sprinting was one of my natural born assets.

Academically/intellectually, writing and art seemed to be my gift early on but instead of nurturing and cultivating it, I found myself slogging away at the areas I was deficient in (maths, sciences) due to my parents. I believed - or rather hoped - that my writing wouldn't suffer from the years of neglect when the time came, but of course that doesn't happen. One day, reading a friend's blog, I realised how badly I'd fallen behind my peers. The turns of phrase, the eloquence everyone was displaying, I couldn't even hope to match. I also liked painting and drawing, but again that ended up being neglected in favour of numbers.

Had some potential as a musician as well. Took up an instrument pretty late and was a little reluctant to as well, because I'd always been lead to believe I lacked musicality due to the fact I (apparently) was tone deaf (inferred from the fact I can't sing). Five years later, was said to be one of the most naturally talented students my teacher had ever had, gun transcriber to boot (so much for being tone deaf). Fell apart when it mattered though (again) and didn't get the proper recognition and validation. A few other things happened, and now the whole idea of music is a very painful memory.

Kind of stumbled into university, picking a degree I wasn't particularly passionate about but was supposed to guarantee financial success. Failed first year then disappeared off the face of the earth for the next few years, playing a charade with everyone as I descended into a really deep depression. Now I'm in my mid twenties, degree-less, talentless, achievement-less, jobless (virtually) and of course loveless. All the more disappointing because of the potential I once had.

I tend to lose motivation/drive/interest way too easily.. So I'll start off on some awesome goal, hyper-focus on it for a few weeks and then totally drop it. Not pick it up again for weeks, months, or even years. It's turned in to quite the problem. I guess it's the same way with DSR. Even if something goes right, when it starts to become too much or get too confusing I just sorta turn off.

I'd say I am. Without even one minute of studying, I posted an SAT score in the 98th percentile. But I didn't care, I was just going through the motions. I was long past ready for school to be done with. I never went to college. I had a number of reasons for this. LS was the biggest reason.
I have no regrets about it, though. I am quite satisfied with manual labor. I think I have learned more from real-life experience than I ever would in a classroom, and I have supplemented it with reading (on my own terms and time). And even more importantly, a chain of events that would not have begun otherwise, led me eventually to pussy. I more than likely would still be LS if I had mindlessly done "what I was supposed to do" and continued schooling.

I was an overachiever in HS. Almost straight A's, and always on the honor roll. Graduated second in my class. Realized after the fact that there was no reward for it... I was the wrong race and gender to get a decent scholarship out of it (that's what they call "white, male privilege" these days )... and my family was too poor to pay for college, so I ended up doing two years of community college that was so easy I breezed through, except for the last semester where I took 18 hours including calculus 2 and calculus based physics, choked on some finals and ended up with two B's. My 4.0 was gone forever.

So when I transferred to the university the following fall I didn't even bother to keep it up. I had learned the invaluable life lesson that there was no reward for overachieving, and I couldn't even maintain my own standards of perfection any more so was like fuck it. I joined a fraternity and partied. Didn't cure love-shyness, but had a decent time otherwise. And even though I partied and didn't sacrifice real life for grades, I still graduated with a 3.41... unfortunately they wouldn't let me graduate with honors because it was about a 3.21 when the grades from the university alone were tallied.

Thus began the long road to deliberate underachiever that I am today.

Once you understand the way the world works... that who gets rewarded and who gets shafted doesn't have a damn thing to do with hard work or merit... and then come to accept that you're never going to get the only thing you ever really wanted anyway... and then you rule out non-options like suicide and drug addiction.... well what you have left is something Pink Floyd put best...

Definitely. Despite my high qualifications academically (honours and Masters degrees) I don't think I have achieved anything else noteworthy in my 29 years of existence. I don't think success has anything to do with hard work or talent, no. It's mostly a combination of luck, recognising and following opportunities when you see one, and extroversion (especially the last one). As a guy with Aspergers, the latter has always been a major problem for me, professionally, personally, and dating wise.

Adam82 pretty much summed it up for me. Aside from education, I feel like I've achieved nothing. I didn't even try very hard in grad school....I was too depressed due to incel.

I dont think i've ever fully lived up to my potential. from a young age i've always had motivational issues. possibly due to an absence of my dad. I could often outstrip the other kids with ease in terms of how quickly I could understand concepts or even guess how to do things beyond our supposed level. it was like those books, where the main character has an incredible power but can rarely utilise it. so when it came to inter-class competition, when we were all obliged to take part, I could effortlessly unleash a small flair of talent that surprised everyone. at least in some areas, I was useless in other areas lol. why surprised? because no one thinks the shy kid is the smart one. they assume big mouth means big brain. many teachers thought I was dull at first. so I had this potential, in language, and reading, science, logic, poetry, a few things. But I never really used it, I guess. I didnt go to clubs in which I could compete with what I had, because I usually didnt have the energy outside of schoolwork to do so, and it was daunting. I've never been great at studying for long periods of time unless theres a strong motivational reason to do so, so whilst I was quickest in class, my exam scores were usually good, but not exceptional. I got into physics somewhat and put a bit more effort into studying in my last year of school, and managed to come first in the year, and it was somewhat of an elite school to start off with, so who knows what I could have achieved by now if only I wasnt so pathetically lazy and spent more time posting here than I do studying for my degree, which at this rate I'll probably scrape through because it takes a huge amount of study to keep up with the material in university apparently.

I'm not too far away from graduating with a DVM, I've got a PhD lined up if I want it, I'm adequate at my chosen sport, I work harder than anyone I know. I've been single my whole life. I know quite a few guys who dropped out of high school, work the shittiest of jobs, are lazy and drink and smoke heavily, but they can get as many girls as they want. Go figure. I know my problem is that I can't approach women, but I don't get why complete losers can get women like that.

Any idiot can get women. Our problem is we aren't idiots.

Love-shy doesnt = "loser".

I know that for a fact and I have the trophy's to prove it too.

No we are not stupid; in fact it has occured to me that many of us are "thinkers", and that might be a core
problem with LS/Incel/introverted men and women.

Too many people on this sad planet _DO NOT THINK_, they just do "whatever", and usually end up in messy
divorces and so on.

One piece of wisdom I know to be true: "Not planning ahead, is planning to fail".

Too many humans do exactly that, IMO.

This almost needs to be made "Best Of"

Awesome quote. I love it! I want that printed on a T shirt!

It does seem to be the case that intelligent, highly educated men seem to be overlooked in favour of mindless rabbit buffoons.