Loneliness is crippling.
It crushes the soul, drains your vitality and leaves you vulnerable to wicked temptations.
Worse, it’s not a problem you’re allowed to complain about. Wretched harpies and fallen dudebros will throw it in your face if you do.
“Have you tried not being an incel?”
“That’s the patriarchy for you!”
“Just talk to people!”
No, none of that is helpful.
Here’s what is:
Bloodlust.
Honourable, noble, righteous bloodlust, that is. None of this nonsense about violence for violence’s sake. No, I’m talking about the healthy desire to defeat Evil wherever it wiggles its eyebrows. This is the part of you that rages against the follies and injustices of the world.
Battle is the best cure for loneliness. And so simple, too.
Here’s how it works:
Find a cause that gets your blood rising.
Fight on the front lines against that Evil.
Look to your left and to your right. The men beside you are your brothers.
It’s so simple.
And it’s yet another benefit of fighting Evil.
Not that you need rewards. Fighting Evil is reward itself.
Still, it helps.
That’s one reason to fight Evil. If you want more, I wrote an entire book on this. You’ll find a lot more than mere cures for loneliness inside, as if that weren’t enough.
Read it. It sharpens your sword for the fight of your life: