Everyday is the same.
>wake up groggy
>go to work
>wagecuck for 10 hours
>go home
>sleep because I am too tired
>don't go out because I am too poor
>obsessively check my cuck'd investments (crypto + stocks).
>repeat.
When I do go out I get in my car and drive downtown. I see the stupid fucking normies dressed in expensive clothing, heading to expensive bars and blowing money they don't have on "fun" that is not even permanent enough to justify squandering so much money on it. Only a few people can really afford the stupid normie life "fun", everyone else is mostly living a lie, and/or fucking up their priorities.
I rarely participate. When I do I feel guilty because I realize is stupid and it bores me being in a club where I can't even see or talk to the people, let alone want to.
Yet I am so alone. All the fun things I want to do, like go on a road trip, dress nice all the time, spontaniously invite a cute girl out will require me to wagecuck for many more years.
But then I come across threads like the one yesterday: fellow anons sleeping with beautiful hookers, and probably being able to afford peace of mind. And I start fantasizing of what that must feel like.
Having 1-2k+ of real passive income to blow on yourself. That's all I want. Being able to go to the movies on a Wednesday morning because fuck it I feel like it. Or dress nice for a bar stroll on a Friday, confident in myself (unlike the wage cucks that have to go out Fridays as a means of coping with their wage slavery). Or perhaps, drop a couple of hundreds in a beautiful woman Don Draper style, without batting an eye about the money because is literally insignificant to me.
But then I wake up and remember that I am a wagecuck clown and probably will have to be for a while. I can't afford nice things. Pleasures for me is a nice 5 dollar pizza for myself, once a week.
And even though I don't complain, I hope I can escape this shit slavery
