My mom became the main bread winner in the family, she reached the top 0.1% of earners in her field. Doesn’t understand how I hate people who show off their wealth. I can wear the same broken down pair of sneakers for more than three years and reject any attempts from her to buy her adult son new shoes.
I don’t know. Maybe I’m the one with messed up brain chemicals or something.
I guess, in order to be “successful” in today’s world economic and social systems you have to be “writing your story” and make sure you are the fucking hero of that story.
I don’t know. I wish I noticed these things like 15 years ago so I could’ve found a way to adjust before becoming an adult man in his 30s (yikes at typing that out).