>moderately high paying 9 to 5 job
>play vidya and read 100 pages of books a day
>saving lots of money
>no kids, no relationship, don't want either, ever
>plan to continue this for the next 40 years
Am I living the comfy dream?
>moderately high paying 9 to 5 job
>play vidya and read 100 pages of books a day
>saving lots of money
>no kids, no relationship, don't want either, ever
>plan to continue this for the next 40 years
Am I living the comfy dream?
You don't read as much as you think you do
You know it already, though you wish you didn't.
I'm no scholar and never will be but I like to think I skin off the best stuff
> tfw 5 pages an hour
I wish I was memeing.
Not literature. Hang yourself autist OP
>>no kids, no relationship, don't want either, ever
>comfy
ahahaha
eh, if that's what he wants then what makes it not comfy? there are plenty of people who are very introverted and prefer it that way
Why would you want to live with all those living terrors
Other people, especially children, and teenagers, are unpredictable and thus you can never be comfy with them around. Whether you think the benefits outweigh this, the fact is that solitude is the only way to be comfy.
>tfw this but unironically
Good goy
A good goy works 50 hours a week to buy new iPhones for his kids that he never sees while his wife cheats on him.
also his kids are half black and he and his wife are white and the good goy does not question
>9 to 5 job
>play vidya
>no loved ones
You're living the opposite of the comfy dream. You're living a fucking nightmare.
Oh my, is this projection or simply autism?
If that's what satisfies you, you're living the dream. If being a hobo satisfies you, you're living the dream. If being a millionaire socialite satisfies you, you're living the dream. You're the only one that knows what satisfies you. It's different for everybody.
>moderately soul-crushing 9-5 job
>play vidya and read 100 pages of books a day
>spending all my money on opiates
>no kids, friends, relationship, anything, desperately want it
>stopped living like this two years ago
And holy fuck am I happy that I did. That was the "comfy" dream. Narcotics and perpetual sedation.
Fucking horrifying.
enjoy falling short of a eudaimonic life
>being a parent
>comfy
just autism lol
Take this shit to a lifestyle board, mate. Not literature.