Crematoryy
Autophagic Loneliness
- Feb 12, 2025
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I became a delivery driver using a bicycle and I've been working hard. First with a mechanical vehicle (without a motor or self-propulsion) to earn a meager income, but now I use an electric vehicle which reduces the suffering of having to pedal for hours and hours every day. With this, I have obtained an average income equivalent to the minimum wage in my country. I am happy because it is a small achievement in the midst of a desert of failures. I aim to buy an electric bicycle (GT2000) by the end of this year!
Perhaps I've abandoned the deep human desire to be loved and noticed. I can't improve my appearance as Looksmaxxing suggests because I don't have a source of income to improve myself, or to buy cosmetics and aesthetic procedures. I still hate my appearance! But perhaps my only value is the possibility of acquiring material goods. It makes no sense to glorify myself because there's nothing good I possess or could have that others don't already have better. I'm unwanted by the world, and no one is here to be my home.
Other people were born belonging to much more — this is an irrefutable fact. More genetic attractiveness and family income. But the world doesn't recognize effort; it only demands results, equating people to the same judgments. The job market undervalues people, demanding skills and diplomas beforehand, when in reality the world can't even offer you the minimum protein source. But everyone competes for the same jobs and the same reproductive partners. I became self-employed to escape wage exploitation. While some sacrifice to earn money, others print money to live. It's not that there's a technical imbalance in society: the machinery was designed for this.
Perhaps I've abandoned the deep human desire to be loved and noticed. I can't improve my appearance as Looksmaxxing suggests because I don't have a source of income to improve myself, or to buy cosmetics and aesthetic procedures. I still hate my appearance! But perhaps my only value is the possibility of acquiring material goods. It makes no sense to glorify myself because there's nothing good I possess or could have that others don't already have better. I'm unwanted by the world, and no one is here to be my home.
Other people were born belonging to much more — this is an irrefutable fact. More genetic attractiveness and family income. But the world doesn't recognize effort; it only demands results, equating people to the same judgments. The job market undervalues people, demanding skills and diplomas beforehand, when in reality the world can't even offer you the minimum protein source. But everyone competes for the same jobs and the same reproductive partners. I became self-employed to escape wage exploitation. While some sacrifice to earn money, others print money to live. It's not that there's a technical imbalance in society: the machinery was designed for this.
