Let me guess: "fighting" means working a soulless wageslave job and being exploited by the system? I dont mean to shame people who work, but its not exactly a heroic struggle.
I think "fighting" to you also means to accept laws and regulations of society, to stop complaining and do what people expect
How convenient, that this heroic fight to the death doesnt involve any *actual* risks.
How convenient that it mostly conforms to the system.
>BECAUSE. THERE. IS. NO. OTHER. OPTION!!!!!!!!!
People really like to apply the word fight to cancer patients as well. As if its heroic to go on another year of chemo,
of course you will go on another year of chemo if the only other option is death.
Maybe you're not courageous. Maybe you're just scared.
His fight probably includes going to the gym and talking to people who don’t like you about things you’re not interested in so you fit into society
The cruel reality that surrounds me cannot be fought because beyond having a girlfriend and friends, and asking myself what I really want and would make me happy is that I want a community and social cohesion I can belong to. I can put in the effort to be financially abundant and stable (in reality I will be 5 digits in debt and work a shitty office job) but it means nothing to me if it's among an ugly antisocial society which is what I live in, why would I use my tax dollars to support a culture and people I have no connection to and loathe to say the least. Running off into the woods and founding a hamlet with my internet buddies won't solve anything either and is still sticking your head into a hole. Everyone here has their reasons for being depressed or shut in, and couldn't overcome the traumas that seized their wills and souls. It's a bad argument in the context it's usually used in but how does my isolated lifestyle effect you or anyone? I don't wish ill will on you, you sound naively idealistic and clueless to how far a person can fall via reasons out of their control, I used to say the same things and you're right that some people like this are going through phases or can get back up again soon but that's just some.
Living the dream. How did you get it?
Dad gave me $1K so that I could gain some experience on the stock market. He expected me to lose it all, I turned it into $30K and bought myself a house in our home country. During this time my mom quit her job and started her own business, and dad bought some property in our home country. I'll be owning roughly around 6 apartments if my parents died today. But my dad plans on working for 5-6 more years, his goal is 16 apartments + medium size store at the bottom of the apartment complex. Either way my life will be stable unless the US decides to one day invade my home country which I doubt they'd have the balls to do it. Mind you we aren't rich, we are just smart with our money. Instead of buying 1 town house in the US, my dad bought 6 apartments in our home country instead. Quality of life isn't any worse either, much safer than the US, free healthcare. Only thing that's better in the US is the pay and electronics being cheap as fuck. My parents still judge me for being a NEET but since I'm the only child they've realized that it's either me NEETing or suicide so they don't want to mess with me. I'm being as frugal as I can so they don't get affected by my lifestyle. I'm going to move into my mom's house in a few months to help her out with chores, housework, and possibly work for her a few hours a day. If I don't like it I can always go back to my house and enjoy myself.
My parents are really disappointed though but that doesn't concern me. They expected me to become a programmer or something in the US making 6 digits owning a single house, starting a family, etc. They always say "that's not a way to live, you'll eventually get bored, working isn't always about the money" but I know I'm built different so I dismiss whatever they say to me. My uncle and grandfather was a full-time NEET, I grew up with them so maybe that's why I'm one. I can't relate to most NEETs, I've always had friends, hanged out with girls, I wasn't an outcast. I became a NEET because I felt like working 8 hours a day to come home only to watch Netflix for 3 hours wasn't a great life. I'd rather go to prison or be homeless than work.
Personally if I didn't have dual citizenship, I would join the military. Serve for 4-8 years, preferably in the Navy or the Air Force. Save all my money. Get on VA disability (at least 40%). Try to get a citizenship in a cheap country by marrying someone in South East Asia. Probably Philippines or Thailand. You'd roughly get out with 80K USD if you serve for 4 years and 200K USD if you served for 8 years. Put all that money into index funds, get on VA disability money ($400-500 a month is more than enough). And live in South East Asia with a cute chick.
Have you ever considered moving to Turkey? That money would make you live like a king here. I've been in the US too, it's much better country to live in but our currency is shitty enough to let you live in more luxury.
I'm the guy who turned $1k into $30k. I'm about to move back there in 2-3 months if you are talking to me. I'm Turkish American. Lived in Turkey for 12 years and in the US for 11 years.
I just plan on surviving frankly. I have no interest in material possession, unwanted friendships/relationships (I'll only become friends with alike minded people, I won't be friends with materialistic people) so I won't have to spend money on friendships/relationships.
Also if things go south I can always move back to my mom's place and rent my apartment and NEET that way. Which isn't a bad idea considering my mother doesn't bother me about being a NEET.
Only problem will be my relatives. I feel like they'll all be a nuisance judging me for my lifestyle every time they visit my mom (that's why living alone is better). They are all jealous of me because they think living in the US is like living in heaven where you have sex parties every day. They'll probably give me the "why the fuck did you come back to this shithole" look but thankfully I have the ability to shut off my emotions whenever I want to and not deal with them.
I'm not very familiar with image boards idk how to quote/tag people so sorry for that.
>>7634>They are all jealous of me because they think living in the US is like living in heaven where you have sex parties every day.
How I wish it were a paradise here. People romanticize America far too much. Turkey has some very nice mountains at the very least.
should I visit turky if I ever get that chance?
You should definitely visit Turkey. Currency exchange is fucked up, so it's a paradise for tourists. Turkish girls love white men so there's that too, they love european/american foreigners, they'll fall for you instantly.
If you really like it there consider saving up money by working a wagie job and living in your mom's basement at the same time. It'll eventually pay off and you'll be able to buy a house there, get citizenship, mad pussy or dick (if you are a girl), and try to make $200-$250 online or have cashflow that'll grant you that much a month.
I fight every day to not kill myself. Either way I’m young and my current lifestyle is sustainable for the next couple of years giving me time to stabilise my awful mental health and a lot of free time to work on my art. My plan is to eventually go back to art school when I’m in a mental state where I won’t think everyone is plotting against me and judging me behind my back to the point where I constantly think about killing them all.
Lets hope you don't get rejected
dont go back to art school. i dont know if you're talented or not, but if you actually are, i promise you theres nothing good thats going to come of chasing fame in media or social media whatever. even if you start to get the flow of cash, commissions, attention, whatever you're seeking, its all empty empty empty in the end. very empty especially the connections. always trying to climb some social ladder to get what? more normalfags who dont fucking get it looking at your art. what a waste of time. i used to be mildly popular on twitter when "schizo core" was at its peak during covid 2020ish. blew my ego up without realizing fully that the attention came from an aesthetic, not from my talent. then i got weirder and more schizo irl, real schizo, and dropped off online. now i have my own site i maintain. the long story short is that if you are an actual schizoneet talented sufferer please dont waste yourself on normalshits. me? i hate my life and i want to die – at least i get to neet around all day and play with myself in my mind thru my art. you are your own best friend.
It sucks that this was your experience but twitter is not representative of meatspace. If that anon actually managed to get out there the experience would be different. Maybe it would be bad in a different way, maybe it would be beneficial. Only way to know is to try.
Sorry if this is uncouth, may I ask what your site is?
I don’t really want to achieve any kind of fame or whatever, I know my art is bad and no one cares about it, I don’t think I have any kind of real talent, and most of the time I have no idea what I’m doing. I can’t even draw properly a lot of the time. All things considered I should just die. All I want to do is create and find meaning in this hellish existence. I just want to feel like I’m good enough I don’t really know what I’m saying I’m not entirely stable at the moment. Idk what the best course of action is I hate myself so fucking much and everything around me I don’t know if I’ll even be able to go to school without snapping and hurting someone but I need to improve my art it’s one of the few reasons to keep existing I will dedicate however long I have left to live to improve and create someone that can touch someone deeply on some level. Either way chances are I’ll be unable to even function properly in any social setting I will probably remain a recluse going back to school is probably not gonna happen. I might not be good at art now but I will dedicate my life to becoming good enough and no one will look down on me again. I’m feeling nauseous and delirious now it wasn’t a good idea to think