/lit/ - Literature

>>13998996
what's whitepilled about it? random ugly fuck manages to find a beautiful woman and have a kid in the middle of nowhere, meanwhile society is still decaying exponentially, major correction is just over the horizon, not to mention you don't even know the context of the pic, they could be cousins and the husband might be just off camera, she could be a literal whore or something. also they're probably way older than us, and the pic was probably taken in a period when having a simple life was still feasible, like pre-2008. i mean, that guy could be her teenage son with fetal alcohol syndrome or something. AND even if that guy is her husband, then he's probably not as mentally fucked as you or i. he's probably a perfectly sane guy who's just ugly. all in all, i'm certainly not getting any white pills from this. if you need whitepills in the first place, you will never get them. if you're a sane man, you may still have hope, otherwise, just forget about it.

i work as an apprentice electrician. i work around 25-30 hours a week, usually like 5 or 6 hours a day, at 16 dollars an hour. my boss is an old, decrepit boomer, so he doesn't have the stamina to be putting in 12 hour days, and he's always going to doctor's appointments which means i get a lot of random days off. shit is fucking cash as far as workload goes. the downside is that he's a terrible boss and makes me do all the work and freaks the fuck out if i make even a little mistake, even if i offer a perfectly good solution. lately he's been just staying home and sending me out alone to do everything (which is illegal) and when i can't do the work of two men alone in the same amount of time, he gets pissed that i took so long. he stresses me out to no end and is the worst influence in my life but the hours are good, and i care more about that than having more money. i think the key is to just live as cheap as you can so you can work as little as possible, or to suck it up and grind towards something better. i'm constantly thinking of ways to circumvent this paradigm, and i still haven't thought of a single possible scenario (that isn't a total long-shot) where you could potentially reconcile financial security with happiness. and if you want a wife and kids and a house for them, then fucking strap on the cuck plow, because you're fucked.

tldr; just be poor and pray for an early death.
(there are "other" options, obviously, but i won't post about them)