- cross-posted to:
- comics@lemmy.ml
- cross-posted to:
- comics@lemmy.ml
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.
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.
I guess I could just go back to rubbing sticks together for fire.
I am fufilled.
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.
well guess there is just no other way to use it
if it was a “gift” i could just say no. It’s not a gift it’s a burden imposed to us
Now I just need the gift of money and I can achieve many things interesting.
Her expression in panel 4 is perfect.
Wait, what’s the other hand doing?
What a bunch of sour grapes in here. Live a little!