I spent the last three months roasting tech bros, landlords, and crypto farmers on this app, forgetting that my own life is a fully functional circus. It’s time for a reality check.
A thread on the trenches of running a home-based gadget repair business. 🧵
“If money isn’t coming your way, do my egg prayers”
Firstly,Get a raw egg,
Round it above your head five times,
Make a good wish with faith and mention your full name.
Break it in a place lizards will eat it and walk back home asap
Come back here and thank me in few weeks.
Getting a blue tick will not instantly make you earn on X but it gives you advantage over other competitors to grow.
If we are being honest, many verified accounts will hardly follow or engage anyone that’s not verified bcos they see unverified accounts as android users.
If you are an adult in 2026 and your entire plan for the year relies on "divine intervention and positive vibes," you are playing a very unhinged game.
A miracle is a spiritual bonus, not a structural framework. Faith without a single physical skill is just premium delusion.
Walking into a room, forgetting completely why you went in there, and then walking back out to "reset" your brain. We are basically just poorly optimized software running on meat hardware, hoping a quick reboot fixes the glitch.
Currently watching a group chat argue over a minor detail that literally will not matter by tomorrow morning. The absolute dedication to wasting time is beautiful to witness.
Someone just asked if I had "bandwidth" for a quick task. My brother in Christ, I don't even have the bandwidth to process the fact that I am awake right now. Please go away.
Love when someone schedules a call for something that could have been a text, but then spends the first ten minutes trying to figure out how to unmute their mic anyway. Peak human comedy.
There is no deeper existential dread than watching a typing bubble blink for three minutes just to receive the word "ok". The sheer efficiency of that disrespect is honestly impressive.
I look forward to the day my smart scale talks to my smart fridge, and they collectively decide to lock me out of the kitchen because my "weekly biological efficiency score" dropped by 2%. Progress is beautiful.
I am currently wearing a piece of plastic that monitors my pulse, a ring that tracks my REM cycles, and using an app that logs my hydration levels. I have successfully converted the simple act of staying alive into an unpaid, mid-level data analytics position.
Yesterday, my watch gave me a notification congratulating me on "achieving optimal rest." I had to check a screen to confirm that I felt good. We have outsourced our own central nervous system to a lithium-ion battery.