Spent my 20s fricking off and travelling the world. Fricking pussy of all nationalities, seeing cool shit and not giving a frick about anything other than staying fit and free. It was awesome.
Figured I should probably get my shit together so I got myself a degree and and an office job which pays ok.
So all the memes are true. This truly a soul prison tax slavery hell I’ve found myself in for 2 years no matter how much I try to do well or care about it. I hate it.
I hate the bots, the NPCs, the hivemind clonespeak fricking zombie triple vaxxed and boosted normies and the job itself.
My question is how do I stay fit? My posture is going to shit. The bots bring in cake every day which I refuse. I gym 3x per week and do HIIT.
The worst part about this bullshit is there’s no fricking. These stupid prostitutes in the office only care about promotions, their salary and their fricking LinkedIn profile.
That’s the problem with these office b***hes, they’d rather focus on how they are perceived in a professional capacity and it’s so unbearably stuffy - if they worked with me in some beautiful tropical island hotel bar they’d be getting stuffed by my wiener.
These b***hes, these vampiric prostitutes are like sociopathic chess players with no soul who don’t actually care about the human experience, just this fake made up game they are playing in their minds.
Some of them are even in their 20s and yet they are in the tax prison instead of travelling the world like I did.
I hate them, I hate the job and moreover I hate what I’ve become.
Can I deadlift my way out of this turmoil?