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8/3/2025, 1:34:47 PM
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I got fired last week. Not because I did something catastrophic all at once, but because I just stopped caring. Showed up late every day, half-assed everything, and honestly? I was a danger to myself and everyone around me. Nearly dropped a heavy load off the forklift once because I was zoning out. Stacked boxes wrong so many times they just stopped bothering to correct me. Eventually, the manager pulled me into the office, said they couldn’t “ethically” keep me on. I nodded, said “I get it,” and left without even pretending to care. Why should I?
I’m 27 and living with my parents. Full-time job couldn’t even cover rent, let alone anything resembling a life. Everything’s too expensive, and I’m too tired. You work 40 hours a week just to come home and stare at the wall, wondering what it’s all for. And the worst part? The internet is a constant reminder that other people are coasting through life in god mode.
Open YouTube and there’s Pan Piano in another hyper-sexualized anime cosplay, delicately pressing piano keys while raking in millions a year. She plays the opening theme from some seasonal weeb show with her cleavage front and center, and that’s it. That’s the content. She gets to live in a nice apartment, travel, eat whatever she wants, and never worry about bills because she figured out how to turn horny anime nerds into a personal ATM.
Meanwhile I nearly crippled myself moving 60 lb boxes for barely enough to buy gas. People say “just work harder,” as if the system isn’t rigged against you from the start. Why even bother putting in effort when the reward is nothing but exhaustion and shame?
This world doesn’t reward hard work. It rewards spectacle. It rewards being marketable. I’m not. So I guess I’ll keep rotting in my childhood bedroom, watching woman get rich playing piano in anime cosplay while I can’t even afford to exist.
I got fired last week. Not because I did something catastrophic all at once, but because I just stopped caring. Showed up late every day, half-assed everything, and honestly? I was a danger to myself and everyone around me. Nearly dropped a heavy load off the forklift once because I was zoning out. Stacked boxes wrong so many times they just stopped bothering to correct me. Eventually, the manager pulled me into the office, said they couldn’t “ethically” keep me on. I nodded, said “I get it,” and left without even pretending to care. Why should I?
I’m 27 and living with my parents. Full-time job couldn’t even cover rent, let alone anything resembling a life. Everything’s too expensive, and I’m too tired. You work 40 hours a week just to come home and stare at the wall, wondering what it’s all for. And the worst part? The internet is a constant reminder that other people are coasting through life in god mode.
Open YouTube and there’s Pan Piano in another hyper-sexualized anime cosplay, delicately pressing piano keys while raking in millions a year. She plays the opening theme from some seasonal weeb show with her cleavage front and center, and that’s it. That’s the content. She gets to live in a nice apartment, travel, eat whatever she wants, and never worry about bills because she figured out how to turn horny anime nerds into a personal ATM.
Meanwhile I nearly crippled myself moving 60 lb boxes for barely enough to buy gas. People say “just work harder,” as if the system isn’t rigged against you from the start. Why even bother putting in effort when the reward is nothing but exhaustion and shame?
This world doesn’t reward hard work. It rewards spectacle. It rewards being marketable. I’m not. So I guess I’ll keep rotting in my childhood bedroom, watching woman get rich playing piano in anime cosplay while I can’t even afford to exist.
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