Hahahaha retirement? Bitch, are you kidding? I’ll still have my mortgage to pay when I’m 70. Gotta pay the bills.
Retirement is a pipe dream for people of my (and presumably your) generation.
That said. And this is partially unrelated, but it always bugs me how I see people on the internet talking about Mortgages like they are this fact. Like if you have a house of course you mortgaged it. That’s just… I think not a thing in my country at all?I’m in my early 40’s. I’m an older millennial.
I JUST bought a condo in Canada where real estate prices are completely bonkers in relation to wages. It took my whole life savings so far for a solid down payment that allowed me to live with payments that are comfortable enough for me. But I still have a lot of capital to pay off.
And I’m assuming this won’t be my only home. Il probably move to another place sometime in my life and prices by then will be even worse, unless there’s a collapse. But I’m pretty pessimistic. So yeah. Il be tied to a huge loan my whole life. I’ll never truly own my home.
Yeah, but it also has the awkward problem of, well a close friend of mine died early in the morning. And pretty much everyone was confused, wondering where the hell he was and why he wasn’t showing up to anything he was expected to be at that day. It was pretty awkward late that night when I finally gave up waiting for him to respond to one of my messages, see I figured he was just being a dick or maybe I made him mad or something. No the second I finally put my Discord away and just go on with my day. That’s what I have to open it back up because that’s when Georgie Boy shows up and tells me that that morning, our friend was hit by a car and is currently in the hospital for brain damage, and they were not sure if he was ever going to wake up. Spoiler he did not wake up.
I’m not afraid of dying, I’m afraid of the awkward social situation that follow
Oh I can guarantee that if my friend had woken up from that coma I would have given him the biggest hug you could ever imagine, proceeded by the most forceful fist to the face my anger would be capable of.
It was such a surreal feeling, I was so angry at him for having died, and I wanted to hold on to that anger. Because if I could feel emotions caused by him, then it was like he was still alive.
If it was ever definitively proven that there was no afterlife I might just fucking kill myself. There is no way that people can just be gone forever, it just doesn’t work.
