"God, this will be my summer," I whispered to myself on new years eve, while sitting in a half lighted room playing Sims 2 on a 10 year old Toshiba laptop when hippocampal activation triggered I flashing images of my pathetic existence which rushed through my right hemisphere in a split second, reminding me a whole decade passed like a flinch -- no memories, no youth, no career, no girlfriend, no life. Pathetic. Isn't this what only happens to creepy losers in Hollywood movies? I was supposed to be the protagonist, right? When did I signed up for this crap role? But I kept my spirits high and reminded myself that I am my own man, still of relative good health, and jacked up on testosterone as it was day 6 of nofap. I made a stern decision to break out of the soul-crushing routine that has been chipping off my prime all this time. "Enough," I thought, I will finish my semester by august, get the damn diploma and find a job, and maybe, just maybe have a normal experience in the last glimpses of my waning youth.
I enrolled back into college, started working on my essays, attending seminars throughout january and february, actually talking with people. Academically it all looked good for me, too good for it's own sake, until they announced "brace for a total shutdown," and then they actually did it. Classes were canceled, the college was closed, everything stopped. How could this be happening, I thought, right when I was breaking out of the mundane ever isolating cycle that has been my personal quarantine for the last 10 years the whole world stopped and entered a quarantine. The universe apparently sensed the disturbance a unbowed incel would cause within the laws of mother nature. I had to be stopped. The gods were displeased.
So let me toast to neetdom, escapism, and instant coffee, or the "good life", whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.
I enrolled back into college, started working on my essays, attending seminars throughout january and february, actually talking with people. Academically it all looked good for me, too good for it's own sake, until they announced "brace for a total shutdown," and then they actually did it. Classes were canceled, the college was closed, everything stopped. How could this be happening, I thought, right when I was breaking out of the mundane ever isolating cycle that has been my personal quarantine for the last 10 years the whole world stopped and entered a quarantine. The universe apparently sensed the disturbance a unbowed incel would cause within the laws of mother nature. I had to be stopped. The gods were displeased.
So let me toast to neetdom, escapism, and instant coffee, or the "good life", whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.
