I’d just be glad to finally return to monke

I feel like I definitely read that in middle/high school

Jfc I am ashamed of my species

I’m good at counting pennies

Let me out of jail

Choose your flavor of charlatan

8000 a year? That would be a huge help. Like it would alleviate almost all of my burdens.

Scrip is kinda low key a thing again. My SO works for wawa and there is definitely some scrip vibe. They have a company store, a points reward system, they will put you through school if you take classes that benefit the Corp, and the only way to move up is to basically bootlick management at weird company festivals.

It all has this very dystopia vibe of “everything within the corporation eco system”

I can confidently say I’m cringe af

Not having children is my retirement. I will probably work till I’m old and gray so I just tuck what I can away, buy things that hold value, and live my life.

That’s not how nicknames work

I’d imagine you’d want a constant state of revolution to keep the party honest. I don’t know much theory and this is my limited understanding.

Just come to terms, probobly through traumatic events, that all life is is rejection. Then there is no rejection. There all done!

What were we talking about?

They even give you the nice handheld scanner.

Well said.

Took me a while to recognize the instilled behavior, and even longer to unwind the tendrils and it’s effects on my life in general. Capitalism has instilled a martyr complex into us.

I am a go where the wind blows kind of person and settled on working for myself. Much out of necessity as well, cause a company would absolutely not hire me anymore. I am still “poor”, but I make my own schedule at least. If I’m gonna get fucked, I’d like to choose how.

Hey you sound just like me. If your going to move, perhaps somewhere like PA? It’s got the benefit of being a battleground state, and there’s more than enough rural areas, even relatively close to the cities, where you can continue your hermitage. I’m doing something similar (:

Active addiction and the hopelessness of hunger, legal trouble, and flexing my principles in order to function.

I’m at the “I’m actually glad I experienced all that crazy traumatic stuff” stage of the gas lighting.

It’d be Jesus for me. I love a highly principled man telling me what to do.