Like ever? I feel like it’s almost guaranteed the more money the worse you become. I know this isn’t very dialectic but it’s true.
Like ever? I feel like it’s almost guaranteed the more money the worse you become. I know this isn’t very dialectic but it’s true.
how much is tons
honestly like, not really, but idk, plenty of well-compensated office drones are nice, if not very imaginative people.
Live in a house with more bedrooms than people who live there. Minus an office or guest room
I was about to say I don't really know anyone like that particularly closely but on second thought... That's literally my brother.
Pretty sure there's a surplus of rooms in that house even if you give each occupant a whole other bedroom for an office. He's not a bad person necessarily but I don't really think I'd say he's a good person either. Politically very mediocre, barely above the bar of my outright contempt (which is far lower than it should be), interpersonally fine I guess.
Maybe they're gonna have kids soon idk, still would be kind of a lot of house.
I vaguely knew another guy with a huge house out in the sticks but idk how many bedrooms and it was presumably a lot more full before he got divorced. Don't think he's a great guy either
🤔 ok so my whole extended family which lives in a single large house but we communally pool resources
You are literally a kulak. I wear a dirty ushanka at all times, do not shave, and only take cold sponge baths because hot running water is bourgeoisie decadence. Every day at exactly noon I have the same meal of an expired Maoist MRE I store in a pit covered in old issues of a revolutionary newspaper. I sleep in a bed made of flags from every failed revolution so that they are never forgotten. In the evenings I stare at a picture of vodka by candlelight, but I do not allow myself to drink because there is nothing to celebrate.