In good news, my dad has been talking about possibly getting me a job with his new company. It sounds pretty easy, full time and would pay a lot better then my current job. I need a few things before I could start doing it though. I would definitely take it if I could get it, it would be actually good pay and I don't have much qualifications. The problem is my dad's industry is dominated by white, middle aged conservative men. I'd feel really uncomfortable tbh.

I know I'm usually in here being dorky and silly but

Will my egg crack ? next time on Dragon Ball z

I gotta be less hard on my self and more optimistic. When I put my mind to something and really let myself go all in, that shit gets done and it gets done well. "What is to be done" continues to be an evergreen question for me, but goddamn whatever it is maybe I can do it.

I'm positively reminiscing back to the time when I lived in a slum house, renting a 9 m^2 room from a crime lord. I looked homeless, and legally speaking, I was homeless, since I wasn't allowed tk register my address.

It was a fun time. I was in the first year of my bachelor. I was young. I tried things. I even had hope! Crazy isn't it that my current standard of novelty is to change my walking route or ride a bike. I used to ride my bike between cities back then! Now I touch the poor thing once every 2 months.

Also, funnily enough, I dressed more girly back then. I even experimented with makeup.

Now, I think about how few friends I truly have left. I only have 2 people I talk to on an occasional basis. Did you know, I can count the average number of sentences I speak per week on my hands?

And do you know why that piece of my soul died? It's because after I ran away from the crime lord, the only place I could find a room in is about 3 hours by train (there are many complications involved in why it takes me that long). I'm completely isolated from other people. I spoke 2 sentences this whole week to another person! And it was a question to a professor.

I am quite literally a displaced proletariat migrant ~~worker~~ student. I am going into debt in order to make myself more useful to master. I am a dog that plays tricks for the master, and then I give the master a treat if I do it right. And of course I have to do it right, cause if I don't, I get thrown away.

Perhaps it is precisely because I live the life of such a miserable dog that I also behave like one. Materialism etc bottom text. You know the drill.

All the was all just a bit that didn't pan out, gonna have to move on to the next bit. Adios sonic posting

If I got isekaid into the omegaverse I think I would wanna do something boring like be a patent office clerk. Like be as far away from the rest of the nonsense as possible.