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Reading "Road to Wiggan Pier" again. Picked it up cause' my friend was saying how much worse it is to live/work now, compared to "back in the day". Despite being full of relatable similarities to the current day, I found this particular excerpt at the beginning especially relevant. >Joe, like the Scotchman, was a great reader of newspapers and spent almost his entire day in the public library. He was the typical unmarried unemployed man, a derelict-looking, frankly ragged creature with a round, almost childish face on which there was a naively naughty expression. He looked more like a neglected little boy than a grown-up man. I suppose it is the complete lack of responsibility that makes so many of these men look younger than their ages. From Joe's appearance I took him to be about twenty-eight, and was amazed to learn that he was forty-three. He had a love of resounding phrases and was very proud of the astuteness with which he had avoided getting married. He often said to me, 'Matrimonial chains is a big item,' evidently feeling this to be a very subtle and portentous remark. His total income was fifteen shillings a week, and he paid out six or seven to the Brookers for his bed. I sometimes used to see him making himself a cup of tea over the kitchen fire, but for the rest he got his meals somewhere out of doors; it was mostly slices of bread-and-marg and packets of fish and chips, I suppose. I guess NEET's, Virgin's, Simp's and Neckbeard's still existed. Rather than congregating online they had Newspapers to shitpost and public libraries for voyeur porn/live arguments.
Hi biz, I finally took the wagecuck pill. NGL, I feel much better now. Initially I was a NEET and decided I wanted to remain a NEET my entire life. I would just play video games, eat pizza and probably stare at crypto charts whenever I got bored playing vidya. Life was great but deep inside my soul was being eaten alive. Despite living the dream, I felt miserable asf. All my friends had abandoned me. I would mastrubate at least 7 times a day and then feel like shit about myself. I would yell at my parents and see them not even care because they knew I was hopeless. My life was great but my soul was devastated. I took a lot of pills. I took the gym pill. FAIL. I took the gf pill. FAIL. I took the jesus pill. FAIL. Finally, after a lot of courage, I took the wagecuck pill. I got a job as an accountant at a small firm. The first day was shit. I couldn't even believe that someone can be asked to wake up at 7am and get ready by 8am. I was disgusted sharing space with actual physical humans. I felt like killing myself. However, over time I started making peace with it. The 6 am alarm really seemed like a normal routine rather than an annoyance. Talking with my coworkers during lunch break made me feel a part of something. When my boss would occasionally say "Good job anon", I would somehow feel good about myself. I even started talking to an office cutie and that seems to be pretty reliving desu. Fast Forward a couple of months and I feel great asf. I have actual friends. I have an actual gf. I have lost some weight. I no longer mastrubate. I no longer feel like shit. My parents think I'm someone worth it. Probably gonna get a place of my own. Get Married and have kids. So yeah, the wagecuck pill was the pill I needed guys. It's the only pill that you need to.
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