Taking care of my mommy.
Live long enough to play Half Life 3
Retire to New Hampshire, in the White Mountains before I'm 55. I have a dream of living in solace, in a nice small but comfortable cabin. I have maybe a cat or dog. My days are field with chopping firewood and lounging by the fire, maybe reading a good book and probably crying a few times. Not for not having sex. I don't give a fuck about that. But probably because my family will all be dead. And I will be alone. The last of my people.
I'm 36. But I only have 1 kidney and got pwnd by Renal Cell. They don't even have 20 year survival rates. If I make 50 it'll actually be the biggest accomplishment I ever did. I never plan on having kids. Never plan on getting a wife. My goals are short term to be honest. If someone asked me, "where do you see yourself in 5 years". I'd honestly say, hopefully not in the ground and my mother is still alive and we're not on the streets. Maybe Half Life 3.
I guess from the normie wagie in cagie viewpoint, my life and that outlook must be sad. But I don't think so. I actually have a reason to work in the morning that isn't tied to some wimsical notion of "romantic love" or obligation to a child I never wanted. It's cristaline to me. No bullshit. Normie fags don't get it. Cause they're not very deep or self aware. Normies just do things on instinct. That's why there's so many fucked up kids and broken families in the world. Normie losers just keep fucking and having more normie loser children.
When I was a teenager the US population was less than 290 million. Now it's ballooned up to near 350 million. We need to have less people. Humans need to die off some.
I know for god damn sure the bloodline ends with me. The suffering will truly end. I take great joy in this. I'm truly a environmentalist. I'll never leave the greatest carbon footprint. Having a shitty child.