@NoLimitGains The reason people don’t seem to care is because people are so distracted nowadays with social media and entertainment. If this was 50 years ago before the tech boom and less distractions, there would be riots in the streets and mass uproar.
If Andrew Yang is right about these massive job loss predictions in the near term, buckle up, America:
“The social contract of ‘study hard, go to school, get a good job, live a decent life’ is about to be vaporized to smithereens. Upward mobility for most will be a thing of the past. People are not going to take it well.”
A wildly disproportionate number of Boomers got rich by pure happenstance, then used that blind luck to convince the public they’re some kind of generational wise man. In reality, they were dopey doofuses merely in the right place at the right time, rode a world-historic U.S. economic bubble from 1980 to 2008 where practically every asset class magically appreciated 25% year after year for decades, then caught a second wind of dumb luck over the last decade on the back of historic money printing. Many are, frankly, astonishingly ignorant imbeciles about pretty much everything, and their astonishing ignorance is why we now find our degraded country mired in the smoking wreckage of such unbelievably dire circumstances.
The more aware you are, the lonelier you will be. This world is filled with the blissfully ignorant and habitually retarded. Noticing everyone around you on autopilot is one of the most terrifying things I’ve ever experienced.
Worst part is, you can’t ever turn it off.
my shyness has this exception where if someone is as shy or uncomfortable as i am or even more, i suddenly develop another personality that's extremely extroverted just to save the other person.
one big benefit of work from home is that youre not constantly around coworkers every day making worthless current thing small talk. the absolute worst thing about having to work with other people is having to hear their dog brained normie slop opinions about literally anything
20-year-old women are more beautiful, more fertile, not close to menopause, have less baggage, and are less likely to have children with other men.
Imagine dating a 40-year-old woman who is close to menopause, has trauma from multiple exes, and has children by different fathers. Nope. Younger is better.
Pretty soon this idea of working hard will stop being such a popular trope of success. You see those predictions floating around that someone will inevitably create a billion dollar company solo with no employees
Not only do I believe that there will be many of those but if this is a legitimate possibility, being a "striver" just no longer makes any sense. Technical innovation happening at such a rapid pace, it would be foolish to not use the tools available to you to buy back as much of your time as you can
It's time to live. You shouldn't care too much about status but being stress free will end up being the new status anyway. No point flexing long hours, cosplaying burnout, and making things harder for yourself when you simply won't need to in the near future. Ride the wave and be light on your feet
we live in a prostitution era.
Your girlfriend doesn’t want to cook or settle down and invest in the relationship because she is giving you sex. Your investment are her payments.
Your wife doesn’t want to cook and clean because she is giving you sex.
If you don’t do what she wants, she won’t give you sex.
If you don’t “pay” her by buying flowers and taking her on dates, there’s no sex.
This is why women support prostitution. They are the same. One is just private, while the other is public.
When you have no money
You dream about the day where you do and can "never work again"
Once you get there you realize you need work, way more than you realized, for your own mental health more than anything
Men are made for having a purpose, not retiring, the game never ends.
No one knows you. No one has a story about who you are. No one is waiting for you to be the person you were yesterday. You're just a stranger in a chair by the window, watching a city that doesn't need anything from you.
It's the feeling that anything could happen. That the world is bigger than the walls you built around yourself back home. That the life you've been living is just one version of a life, and there are others, and they're not as far away as you thought.
At home, you're fixed. Known. You fit into a shape that other people recognize, and after a while, you forget you're even in a shape at all. But here, alone, somewhere new, the shape dissolves. You could be anyone. You could be more of yourself than you've ever been. No one is watching to see if you stay consistent.
I have "Emergency Calm."
I will have a mental breakdown over answering a simple email.
But if the kitchen catches fire? I enter a flow state. I am cool, calculated, and precise.
My brain was not built for modern bureaucracy. It was built for the apocalypse.
I am a specialized crisis unit trying to survive in a world that just wants me to file spreadsheets.
Boomers grew up in low-cost, high-wage paradise with impeccable demographics. They have nothing to be angry about. Yet when I witness their public interactions with customer service, they’re furious at every cashier like they’re running a global conspiracy to scam them.
The men of today I encounter are quite strange, there isnt much lust for life, there isnt much desire, they all seem flat and demoralised by the very fact God chose them to be alive, this just makes the spiritual giga chads ever more present and dominant, it's like most guys are just so braindead they life on the loading screen of life, they never even enter the game its very odd