How Are Things Going For You? (See below)
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Not too bad, fren. Ache a little from the weekend, but overall things are going pretty good. Thanks for asking.
After I recently cut off abusive parents for good, I spent some time wandering the state in my van looking for a new job. I stumbled on one at a tiny trucking yard run by old school elder boomers. All Whites plus one Mexican. Conservative, absurdly high trust atmosphere. Decent money for braindead easy work.
Boss didn't ask about my living situation initially and was *flabbergasted* when he found me camping out behind the trailers on night 2. But after I explained that I'm homeless by choice to save money, I basically got adopted like a stray cat and am now tacitly allowed to live on site. I've got privacy, quiet, access to hot water... Pretty much the dream.
My life is essentially wake up > assemble meal in slow cooker > try to get in at least 1k words of my novel > eat meal > go drive my route > get off around 3am and crash > repeat. I fit in bathing and exercise between the cracks.
I enjoy this strange grind. Life feels like a gritty adventure instead of postmodern stagnation, and I know I'm going somewhere. I don't know where exactly, but I'll have a ton of money to play with as this nest egg keeps swelling.
My only gripe is that I'm lonely and touch starved. Picking fights/posting funnies on ConPro and being a regular at the gas station/grocery store are my only regular instances of "social contact." I don't have any friends, strong family ties, or community.
I genuinely think God built me as close as a human can get to being a solitary animal. Not just surviving—but in many ways thriving—in circumstances that are intolerable to most. But because I am a human being, I still crave connection even though I don't understand it.
Thanks for letting me share.
i don't get to build much of a nest egg, though, stuff keeps breaking and needs repair and i'm also investing into my own game studio venture with a few talented friends. hedging a lot on that succeeding, but even if it doesn't i'm still here with a lot of assets and a hell of a lot of farming knowledge.
i hope you find a good and productive way to spend the money you'll end up with before inflation starts eating away at it.
Even the game studio ambition is similar. Once I've made it to that point, I just want writing/art to be my full time job, working either a few hours a week or a few months per year to skate by.
But ending up in that position is probably going to cost me most of the nest egg. I am quite literally pulling myself up by my bootstraps here so it's somewhat slow going. 😂 Fortunately, it looks like my aggressive frugality is outrunning inflation at a decent rate.
Shit is still expensive though. I honestly have no idea how the fuck normies *live.* I've been rewearing the same work boots for years and years as the soles are coming apart and duct taped my torn hiking sandals back together multiple times because buying a new pair feels like too much of an expense.
Also, I know some don't like silver and gold here but it might be worth converting some of your egg to an asset this isn't depretiating as fast as money.
Good luck, brother.
ringing my doorbell, loitering at midnight around the walls, talking like fucking chimps and making noise you can't sleep
but in 5 months i'm moving into an apartment far away from the niggers and then renting the old house, probably going to be a bitch to find decent tenants who are willing to tolerate niggers but you know, it is what it is
its either White flight or killing a bunch of niggers and then getting vaporized by the ZOG enforcers or killing these niggers quietly one by one... in minecraft ofc!
but real talk how the fuck do you organize against the niggers? like my neighbors already cut their doorbells and despite having cameras they don't seem to be deterred
of course at this point i've already called the cops about the harassment which they send a patrol to do a quick sweep which makes the niggers apprehensive for a few days, and then its back to the same monkeyshines
moving out is literally my only option, but even then its only a half measure because nothing will stop the chimps from moving unto the "more expensive" neighborhoods
nothing but angry mobs and lynching that is...
i was thinking about that to begin with but i spotted a good deal and went for it
the house i bought is from an all White family with blue eyes, lovely people... you could tell the apartment was well taken care of, as it smelled both clean and of incense (myrrah)
so i kinda impulsively went for it despite the kitchen being small and the fact its not that far away from the niggers, however niggerwise the neighborhood is pristine and there is no nigger families living there
which is the point, as for if niggers decide to invade from the other neighborhoods... its always a possibility... if all goes to hell i'll rent it and move back, or sell and buy another property somewhere far far away from the niggers
Its all so tiresome...
My hobby is keeping my neighbourhood tidy; litter, fallen branches, maybe light landscaping. I live in a slum where the landlords care more about impressing investors than the livability of their buildings, but I've got a lot of good neighbours so I do what I can.
In the last year, due to the consequences of certain totally predictible actions by the city, we've had a ton of homeless people hanging around. Most people do their best to avoid them and let them do whatever they like, which has led to them setting up camps beside the local school.
I've expanded to my hobby to liquidating these camps. The no-homos who "live" there wake up one day, wander off to score drugs, and return to find everything they own in the world gone, from tents, carts, and furniture right on down to their improvised bongs, crack pipes, and firewood.
Most recently I caught one of them having a fire behind my neighbour's building. Me personally, I love fires and have no problem so long as they take care of it, so I had a chat with him and told him to make sure to clean up when finished. He agreed.
Well, more fool me, the next day the area was full of empties, a broken down bed frame that they were burning, and an obvious attempt to burn a log much bigger than the fire pit. So I cleared it, including two suitcases full of clothes.
Haven't seen hide nor hair of him since, and it feels like the general population of them is also staying out of sight, though that could be the weather getting colder.
While the whole situation is a literal dumpster fire, there something satisfying about walking through the neighbourbood knowing how much worse it would be if I had tolerated these people making it worse.