darweesh
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Sometimes I wish I had redpilled parents. Maybe I would've learned how to make money, build something of my own, or at least been given a decent set of hobbies and copes to make life bearable.
Instead, I got the standard script:
The problem is that I can't cope with it anymore.
I don't even feel prepared for modern life. No lessons about money, no useful network, no friends or connections, no interesting hobbies, and no alternative path—just the expectation that I should follow the script and somehow be happy.
Maybe that's what frustrates me the most.
Everyone expects results, but nobody notices that I was never given the tools. Then they wonder why I don't want to play the game.
Not that the script exists.
But that nobody around me can imagine wanting anything else.
Instead, I got the standard script:
As a NEET, my Middle Eastern father constantly pushes me toward the workforce and marriage. Not because he understands what I want from life, but because he wants me to become a respectable family success story—a presentable image for relatives and society.Get a job.
Marry through arranged marriage.
Consume products.
Have kids.
Repeat.
The problem is that I can't cope with it anymore.
I don't even feel prepared for modern life. No lessons about money, no useful network, no friends or connections, no interesting hobbies, and no alternative path—just the expectation that I should follow the script and somehow be happy.
Maybe that's what frustrates me the most.
Everyone expects results, but nobody notices that I was never given the tools. Then they wonder why I don't want to play the game.
Not that the script exists.
But that nobody around me can imagine wanting anything else.





