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It’s funny, I’m sitting here watching a Tom Segura special on Netflix and I was thinking about how my life has turned out for me by just not giving a shit about people. Of course I care about my life to an extent but it’s like… not really either. I just wanna live and make money and buy shit. Like, dude, I got paid today and fucking (gotta pay my cell phone bill fml yay) I ordered like 2 of these thin Bluetooth keyboards and like 1 more Bluetooth adapter for work! Just on the spot. Like what the fuck? I mean even if I was paying rent somewhere I would still have done that with the wages I’m making! (it was like 50 bucks so whatever lul but still). My point is that I’m basically free to do whatever the hell I want to do. Unlike so many men who have wives or kids to think about. Fuck kids dude. Fuck wives. Fuck paying for people you don’t want to pay for. Be wary of credit cards though cause that shit is like… kids but smaller minimum payments. And it’s once a month. So it’s like feeding a kid 25 bucks worth of ramen or something, lol. My point is, don’t get a credit card, or if you do, please don’t use it for frivolous stuff like I did. ☹

                But yeah, I dunno. It’s nice how much my life has improved since just… not giving a shit. I say yes to things I wouldn’t normally do at work, like fucking take more work to do. Fuck, my boss bought me a Pokemon deck to use in the Digital TCG he got me into at work because of me taking all his appointments and shit. And to be honest, for the first time in a while, or maybe… maybe ever in my life that I can remember, I felt genuine gratitude that he did that for me. It was a little like, 12-dollar Pokemon deck but it felt… good. Like… I dunno, fucking sprinkling some cocaine on my armored heart or some shit. I can’t say I felt it as an actual, deep, feeling, but more like just being appreciated for work that I’m doing. Although I am aware that can lead to some nasty habits like what happened with a couple of my internet friends just expecting me to buy shit for them every time I got paid, so now I don’t speak to them or go to the stream they hang out in anymore really, cause they make me feel like shit when I go. I mean, not really feel like shit but you know what I mean. Internet comments don’t affect me, pssh. But I dunno, I just have the deck propped up against my PC tower at work on my desk and I look at it and just think: ‘I finally got rewarded for all my hard work. I am going to keep doing awesome work.’. Obviously instead of something like ‘I got rewarded for all my hard work. I hope I keep being rewarded for working.’ Because that’s not a good way to go about things. And kids, and dare I say, some adults need to learn that shit.

                Good lord, speaking of adults… well, it’ll be for another blog post. I think I’ll go Dungeoneer by myself on Runescape now. o/