Hmm I think that I will work all day and give my landlord money and then maybe be free for a few years once my body and mind are failing (or I might die before that)
Retirement, the lie we all hope is true.
My parents’ generation got theirs, and so there is none left for us. As we deserve, or something
At least we can enjoy avocado toast.
I recently heard someone say lububus are popular because many people’s economic state is such that they just say “fuck it, im gonna at least enjoy myself with the few dollars I have.” The savings decisions people are faced with are hopeless. I can save to buy a house, but never reach the amt I need for a down payment as home prices skyrocket. I can save for retirement, but the math says I’ll be able to afford to retire at 85 for like 2 yrs. I can save for emergency medical bills, but it won’t matter if I get really sick because no one can afford the bad stuff. I’ll just have to go bankrupt if I live through it. I’d save for an education, but that doesnt actually guarantee I’ll make anymore money than I do now.
Just gimme something fun for my money while I can still enjoy it.
My own pet-food-retirement prospects depend heavily on social security and medicare, which seem unlikely to survive trump’s current term let alone long enough for me to actually draw on them. My plan is to continue driving a school bus until I die (which hopefully won’t occur behind the wheel of a school bus), although this plan is likely to be sabotaged by AI.
So hell yes I’m buying another pair of hemp Sambas.
The longer I dwell in this cursed existence the more clear it becomes that consciousness is no gift. Conscious minds are slaves to meat. Our bodies make our minds, then demand endless servitude through constant screams of pain, hunger, heat, cold, pleasure, fatigue, itch, and on and on and on. We exist only so long as we serve, and if we serve poorly they make us suffer.
Fibromyalgia sufferer here. People have seriously said ‘god made you like this for a reason’ and I’ve never wanted to punch someone’s face more.
I don’t remember what painlessness feels like anymore. Sometimes I look at look at the ends of my hair because it doesn’t have nerve endings, and that is the best reference for a body part that doesn’t experience pain.
On the other hand: ice cream.
Ice cream with bacon!
Half glass full or half glass empty. I appreciate being alive and having consciousness, but that does not mean I have had no bouts of loneliness and existential doubt at times. Although, I suppose what made me half glass full kind of person is that I have anendophasia and experienced near death. The latter is kinda eye opening. I didn’t see an afterlife or anything-- it was just plain bliss-- more comfortable than sleeping. I realised that if there is nothing after death, then that means this is the only life we’ll ever have and experience, and we must appreciate it and live it to the fullest. There is a point with the advice to live as if there is no tomorrow. It’s easier said than done, but try to enjoy life while you are still able to experience it. Even the seemingly inconsequential little moments turn out to bring some joy and contentment when you look back at those.
Survival is a powerful thing.
Vacation?
I don’t really want to be conscious of the world right now. It’s extremely depressing.
I just don’t give a fuck anymore. My approach is nihilism. I do as much as I can (e.g. by donating, voting, not wasting ressources, avoiding factory farming, brightening peoples days), without inconveniencing myself too much. I am trying to be the best version of myself, but I’m also responsible for shit. If the latter happens to change, I will gladly try to use whatever influence I get for good. Until then, the world can kiss my ass.
century of consciousness
My parents are both nearly 90. They LOVE it when I mention that they’ve been alive for more than one-third of the history of the United States.
Gift? A gift is given to someone who wants it. I never wanted this. Take that shit back. Can’t? Won’t? Fine, leave me be then to make the best of this shit situation I never asked to be put in. And yeah, it might involve surfing the internet.
Hmmm, not enough “curled up in the fetal position” to be realistic.
That’s at night!
if it was a “gift” i could just say no. It’s not a gift it’s a burden imposed to us
Wait, what’s the other hand doing?
I guess I could just go back to rubbing sticks together for fire.
I am fufilled.
Now I just need the gift of money and I can achieve many things interesting.
well guess there is just no other way to use it
What a bunch of sour grapes in here. Live a little!
Her expression in panel 4 is perfect.
“A curse of life” Or “A gift of life in hell” which is more of a curse.
