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.
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.
In comic, dystopian reality, selling drugs (really just weed) was how I graduated college debt-free, and graduating without debt was the only way I could take out/afford a loan for a house.
So apparently, it’s true what they say, whether planting or selling trees, the best time to do it was 10 years ago. The second best time is now! (Except don’t)
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
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
LOL when my father asked me how much savings I had, I immediately knew that our life experiences were vastly different.
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