That’s why I became a failed musician and writer addicted to drugs, bummed around a while, got clean and now I just work for myself doing something I can stand, while being absolutely mesmerized by how awful people are. 😢

I’d just be glad to finally return to monke

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

I’ve been working at a rich ladies house the last few weeks.

If you used her money to feed an entire town for a month, she wouldn’t even know.

I’m good at counting pennies

I’m not the most politically savvy but after having spun thru a few leftist thought circles, this has been my experience as well.

Let me out of jail

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 dystopian vibe of “everything within the corporation eco system” and my SO is a very principled women who is shy and kind and she refuses to take a step to elevate herself within the Corp, but getting a union going is pretty hard where we’re at, everyone is very much of the boot tasting, welfare queen bad variety.

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.

Tbh…just lie. Base it firmly in reality though and get your story straight. Astroturf the entire reference with people you know, who may or may not have been involved with the reality. Make it believable to the rest of the application. Chances are your references will be passed over entirely anyway while whoever is doing the bare minimum to get through their work day checks over your application.

This may or may not be good advice. 🤷

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?

One dog in my current line of work is too much already usually. However I always love it and makes me happy to give my attention to a pup. But I’d say in general no. Too many cooks.

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.

Subtle

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’s about perspective for me. How appreciative am I feeling of my experiences? When I think of God I don’t think of something mystical. I think of the thing that science is fleshing out in every direction and every detail. I just don’t see a genuine difference between the two, for my uses.