My parents once asked me why I didn’t have enough savings to buy a house yet.
I almost lost my shit.
The only people my age that I know who own their own house are also drug dealers.
Guess I should sell drugs if I want a house.
I had a legitimate talk about doing this with my girlfriend. As much as I hate how sketchy it is, it still just seems sooo tempting.
But is it worse than tricking other people to work 40+ hours a week doing whatever you say and giving you most of the value they create? Because that’s the other option.
Plus if you buy a bunch of houses you can get them to give back most of the money you pay them.
ask them why didn’t they have savings to “buy a private yacht yet” at your age, because I would guess it’s roughly similar in the proportion of pay/cost
LOL when my father asked me how much savings I had, I immediately knew that our life experiences were vastly different.
I’m 35, and if you squint a bit at the mortgage, I “own” home. With my partner. And we’ll be paying it off for another 27 years. And we’re the lucky ones of this generation.
Buying a home with saving, fucking lol
The Ukraine-Russia & Israel-Palestine wars, and the likelyhood of China going after Taiwan before 2027, and the Koreas continually being a powder keg influenced by all of this. Between all that and me being 23 years old I sincerely think I might witness World War 3, it’s terrifying, yet it feels inevitable with our era of false 1st world peace built on a house of cards.
That’s not even mentioning the Republican Project 2025, as a trans person I might have to fight for my life.
The century of find out with almost no active participation in the previous century of fuck around.
A lot of “climate collapse global late stage capitalism and food is more and more plastic” stick with very little “convenience products are kinda nifty” carrot
It’s kind of bittersweet being a very tail-end Gen X person. On the happy side, I got to do my childhood and teen years in the “fuck about” era, but on the unhappy side my entire adulthood has been in the “find out” era, and I get to remember what it was like briefly living in a world that wasn’t entirely going to shit.
To keep your sanity you just have to lower your expectations.
I, for example, am really stoked for the burrito I ordered. Fuck, it’s good to be alive.
I’m stoked about having learned how to repair PCs in my last 6 hour hyperfixation, and then actually fixing two PCs.
Oh man, that’s the good shit right there! Ride that dopamine wave.
My GenX existential horror was learning in my thirties that all the western American Exceptionalism ideology I was indoctrinated in as a kid was just a way of keeping us from getting proactive for sake of the future generations, and my parents and teachers and ministers knew this and actively lied to me anyway.
Conservatives are well known for acting against their own self interest.
My method is hoping that I’m just old and western enough that I’ll be dead before the real bad shit hits me. I’m 35 though, so… let’s say there’s a smidge of optimism in there.
I can’t smoke cigarettes fast enough to keep up
That’s a bit dramatic
