I’ve always though that being an incel would be far too easy to get into. Back when I was a young, (even more) socially anxious and depressed teenager, I could see myself definitely agreeing with some of their world views. Thankfully I finally took some responsibility for my own issues, much like you have done, but it’s absolutely wild to me that I almost found myself identifying as one of them.

Scotland here. We don’t boil water before use.

I have family down in North West England that do have to do this, though. They live in an area where there is a thin layer of soil and a lot of clay. The water isn’t particularly hard but it also doesn’t taste very nice if you don’t boil it first.