Going anywhere aside from literal deep woods/wilderness as an incel is like a humilation ritual. On my NYE, I realised I just couldn't be stuck at home with my parents, feeling like a kid whilst literal 15 yos were drinking, partying and making out with girls outside. So I grabbed some stuff, made grog hot-bottle and went out to climb a fucking mountain just so I could be able and maybe watch the fireworks.. Oh boy, how wrong I was. On my way up, I stumbled upon on a group of like 30 people my age who were going there as well to celebrate. Watching couples kiss and have outdoor sex was like, the last thing I wanted to see at that point so I called quits on my little trip and ended up getting drunk by some berry bush in the middle of nowhere.