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- comics@lemmy.ml
Hmm I think that I will work all day and give my landlord money and then maybe be free for a few years once my body and mind are failing (or I might die before that)
Retirement, the lie we all hope is true.
My parents’ generation got theirs, and so there is none left for us. As we deserve, or something
At least we can enjoy avocado toast.
I recently heard someone say lububus are popular because many people’s economic state is such that they just say “fuck it, im gonna at least enjoy myself with the few dollars I have.” The savings decisions people are faced with are hopeless. I can save to buy a house, but never reach the amt I need for a down payment as home prices skyrocket. I can save for retirement, but the math says I’ll be able to afford to retire at 85 for like 2 yrs. I can save for emergency medical bills, but it won’t matter if I get really sick because no one can afford the bad stuff. I’ll just have to go bankrupt if I live through it. I’d save for an education, but that doesnt actually guarantee I’ll make anymore money than I do now.
Just gimme something fun for my money while I can still enjoy it.
My own pet-food-retirement prospects depend heavily on social security and medicare, which seem unlikely to survive trump’s current term let alone long enough for me to actually draw on them. My plan is to continue driving a school bus until I die (which hopefully won’t occur behind the wheel of a school bus), although this plan is likely to be sabotaged by AI.
So hell yes I’m buying another pair of hemp Sambas.
Gift? A gift is given to someone who wants it. I never wanted this. Take that shit back. Can’t? Won’t? Fine, leave me be then to make the best of this shit situation I never asked to be put in. And yeah, it might involve surfing the internet.
well guess there is just no other way to use it
Wait, what’s the other hand doing?
Can touch pp?
Now I just need the gift of money and I can achieve many things interesting.
Her expression in panel 4 is perfect.
if it was a “gift” i could just say no. It’s not a gift it’s a burden imposed to us
Joke’s on you — you can’t say “no” without having consciousness in the first place, so you must accept it first in order to reject it.
if someone tries to gift you a box full of abestos will you accept fist because you are nice?!
Miss, I don’t think you understand the problem. This has nothing to do with being nice, it’s simply a technical issue. You must first have consciousness to in order to even understand the difference between accepting and rejecting something. Therefore, the gift of consciousness is not something you can simply reject – or if you did, you’d never even know that you did.
Asbestos is not like that. A house doesn’t have consciousness, therefore it cannot choose to accept or reject asbestos. I however do have have consciousness and I can and will say no.
But that just reinforces my theory that it is not a “gift” but a burden or a “curse” that is imposed. Gifts can not be imposed
Perhaps it’s both. Just to keep you on your toes.
@cm0002 🤣
I guess I could just go back to rubbing sticks together for fire.
I am fufilled.
century of consciousness
My parents are both nearly 90. They LOVE it when I mention that they’ve been alive for more than one-third of the history of the United States.
Like zoomers wearing Nirvana t-shirts.
Damn, they might even live to see the end of it too
Hmmm, not enough “curled up in the fetal position” to be realistic.
That’s at night!
What a bunch of sour grapes in here. Live a little!
live a little.
You can’t make me.
They ded.
I don’t really want to be conscious of the world right now. It’s extremely depressing.
I just don’t give a fuck anymore. My approach is nihilism. I do as much as I can (e.g. by donating, voting, not wasting ressources, avoiding factory farming, brightening peoples days), without inconveniencing myself too much. I am trying to be the best version of myself, but I’m also responsible for shit. If the latter happens to change, I will gladly try to use whatever influence I get for good. Until then, the world can kiss my ass.














