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>Owe taxes
>Don't pay them because fuck the IRS amirite?
>Get audited
>Keep your holdings hidden and don't cooperate (how are they going to repossess
your assets, exactly?)
>Now comes the fun part: go to court, get sentenced, get MAYBE 5 years max
>If you're white, go to cushy minimum security prison
>Be inmates with high-powered white collar criminals (think Ken Lay types, or
maybe even a celebrity like Wesley Snipes!)
>Network with your prison bros
>Essentially be a NEET living off the government's tit, work out, meditate, read
>Maybe even get a conjugal visit from some crazy chicks who think you're a bad
boy outlaw
>Get out and your coins have appreciated greatly from the time elapsed
>Fuck off to some third world country or start the process all over again
Sounds good to me.
This post is satire btw. I lost all my crypto in a boating accident. 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
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I'm an incel. I am a NEET. I have no friends. I have never had a romantic
relationship. I have never had sex. I am prospectless. All I have is the
validation I get from other anti-social and resentment-fueled losers online when
I post nigger and woman hate threads. Society failed me. I should've had a
fulfilling career, friends, sexual conquests, romantic love,and valuable social
experiences yet I was given nothing.
Why should I tip a society that owes me so much? When I see a waitress or
employed people I am brought close to tears. They are probably sexually active.
They probably have friends. They are employable. They don't spend most of their
waking hours blaming others for their misfortune. What do I have in common with
them? I start shaking with anger.
They might as well be aliens. I tell myself they are robots, NPCs, devoid of an
internal monologue, devoid of depth, devoid of a rich inner life. That makes me
feel better momentarily, even if I know it's a lie. What do I owe them?
I will never tip. Not until society gives me what I am entitled to. 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. I’m tired of the therapy is for girls meme.
I’m a depressed, schizoid acting NEET that didn’t amount to anything
Recently I could manage to quit porn, which lead to me move out, get my own
place, job, get my shit together etc
But the thing is now when I don’t wank anymore, every single second I’m driving
in my car, sitting in traffic, sitting at home I am having conversations in my
head gaslighting myself and talking shit about myself how worthless I am
I know even if I find a GF this feeling will not go away. What is the fix to
this? I already made $500,000 last year and lost all of it, became /fit/ before
but it’s all copes. Even driving a McLaren through your city gets stale 3 weeks
in
Please no bullshit answers, how do I find peace with my self while staying
productive? If I can’t achieve this I don’t see the point with continuing my
life >100k is nothing bro!
>yo 50k is nothing bro!
>yo 10k is nothing bro!
>ay 500k is nothing bro!
You unemployed NEETs and zoomers should really have your skulls open with a lead
pipe. i mean really.
you managed to get 5-10k once from birthday money and working in McDonald and
you immediately proceeded to gamble them on the most high risk retarded scam
project. Just "Bet on red" 5 times and 5x bro!
I make like 24k in my third world country..and i probably have less than 50k in
investments. And i live like a king and im happy. I invest in sure things - btc,
gold, war stocks, pharma stocks, china, russia, commodity stocks. And i swing my
30% profits every year.
But you retarded zoomer NEET...apperantly thats nothing to you, and you gonna
make 100x or lose all your money. and you always lose your money.
a fucking house in the mountains costed 25k where i live.
even in america 100k can buy you a nice cottage in the woods. 20k can buy you a
nice trailer van.
"100k is nothing" FUCK YOU. SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH..you retarded unemployed
child.
you dont respect your money. You just gamble them. i grow my money like a plant.
the first thing you do when you start your first job is get a 40k loan to buy a
2014 BMW.
this is why you will always be poor, pay rent and keep saying "100k is nothing
bro"
its working pretty good for me you unemployed FAGGOT