I told my parents I want to become a NEET (GTFIH)

[ngannou]

What ethnicity

 

[Gaygymmaxx]

Spoiler: Disclaimer

this isn’t a larp fakecel rant I’m being serious so FUCK ANY NIGGER WHO SAYS DNR, A SUNGLE MOLECULE OR TALES

I told my parents I wanted to become a NEET that I’m already a khhv trucel. They didn’t understand at first, so I explained it & what my life passion is; to train at an MMA gym, gymcel, get surgeries, do steroids and peptides, cruise on bikes and/or cars bought by them, play clash royale, hook up n slay (i said fuck) rot on org and eating raw meat & dairy while still living off of their money, so I could be successful in ignoring the rat race that society forces everyone into. My mother, surprisingly, got it. She even supported me, like she understood the pointlessness of chasing a life that would only enslave me to a system that doesn’t care about people like me (she’s been watching the goatis reeks I sent to her) For a moment, I felt some relieve, but it all got crushed by dad’s response. He was at first calm until he realized I said I was blasting gear & will continue to inject myself with substances

He exploded. His rage was volcanic. He shouted at me, cursing me, calling me a “a worthless faggot” and a “lazy jobless loser.” He reminded me of all the sweat and blood he poured into my education, and how I was throwing it all away for what he called a worthless life. Every word cut so deep. He painted me as a failure (due to his fucking genetic code and epigenetics that he raised me with) before I even had a chance to live, like my existence itself was a mistake. I felt cornered, like no matter what I wanted, my dream of being free of this enslaved system was being crushed under the weight of his hatred, like does he want me to remain a malnourished cortisol spiked SLAVE to this fucking rigged system? I answered him with WELL WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? He answered with a more rage filled response and tried to push me. but I didn’t allow that to happen and decided to utilize my godgiven grappling skills but before I did do anything my mom came and deescalated everything

Then after everything got deescalated came his final decision; it was change my mind in a week, or be kicked out at 17. Seven FUCKING TEEN, and already forced to choose between my own true life and surviving under the tyranny of a father who refuses to understand me. The threat of the streets, and his anger pressed down on me, suffocating me. I felt trapped, enraged that I didn’t have more choices, and isolated, caught between a world that despises anyone who rejects its authority and the only people who were supposed to care for me are refusing to see me for who I really am. Is this what faggots feel like?

Should I just fucking run away and live with this Georgian hot chick I met on instagram with 4 followers , and ruin my other siblings lives by becoming the main character of my household or should I just rope when everyone is out of the house to horrify them and stage it as some black magic intervention voodoo type shit

Spoiler: TLDR

TLDR:
my dad hates me now & wants me out of the house in a week if I don’t change my mind. Please read it so you could actually help me

Spoiler: Tags

@EvilSatanArseRapist
@Nebelix28
@Helvetier
@Gaygymmaxx
@Mogsgymmaxx
@59H390
@FramePillGymMaxx
@PeakIncels
@Incelforeever
@gigacumster3000
@Jager
@iblamexyz
@Gengar
@crazyguy
@idk769876

Neet is a shit life, much worse than even wageslaving

It will drain your life force and make you a hollow shell

 

[foidletslayer]

Neet is a shit life, much worse than even wageslaving

It will drain your life force and make you a hollow shell

I agree, but my neet lifestyle meaning isn’t the typical ones that’s meant I just don’t want to work or be employed under someone I want to be a red pill cuck

 

[Gengar]

Spoiler: Disclaimer

this isn’t a larp fakecel rant I’m being serious so FUCK ANY NIGGER WHO SAYS DNR, A SUNGLE MOLECULE OR TALES

I told my parents I wanted to become a NEET that I’m already a khhv trucel. They didn’t understand at first, so I explained it & what my life passion is; to train at an MMA gym, gymcel, get surgeries, do steroids and peptides, cruise on bikes and/or cars bought by them, play clash royale, hook up n slay (i said fuck) rot on org and eating raw meat & dairy while still living off of their money, so I could be successful in ignoring the rat race that society forces everyone into. My mother, surprisingly, got it. She even supported me, like she understood the pointlessness of chasing a life that would only enslave me to a system that doesn’t care about people like me (she’s been watching the goatis reeks I sent to her) For a moment, I felt some relieve, but it all got crushed by dad’s response. He was at first calm until he realized I said I was blasting gear & will continue to inject myself with substances

He exploded. His rage was volcanic. He shouted at me, cursing me, calling me a “a worthless faggot” and a “lazy jobless loser.” He reminded me of all the sweat and blood he poured into my education, and how I was throwing it all away for what he called a worthless life. Every word cut so deep. He painted me as a failure (due to his fucking genetic code and epigenetics that he raised me with) before I even had a chance to live, like my existence itself was a mistake. I felt cornered, like no matter what I wanted, my dream of being free of this enslaved system was being crushed under the weight of his hatred, like does he want me to remain a malnourished cortisol spiked SLAVE to this fucking rigged system? I answered him with WELL WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? He answered with a more rage filled response and tried to push me. but I didn’t allow that to happen and decided to utilize my godgiven grappling skills but before I did do anything my mom came and deescalated everything

Then after everything got deescalated came his final decision; it was change my mind in a week, or be kicked out at 17. Seven FUCKING TEEN, and already forced to choose between my own true life and surviving under the tyranny of a father who refuses to understand me. The threat of the streets, and his anger pressed down on me, suffocating me. I felt trapped, enraged that I didn’t have more choices, and isolated, caught between a world that despises anyone who rejects its authority and the only people who were supposed to care for me are refusing to see me for who I really am. Is this what faggots feel like?

Should I just fucking run away and live with this Georgian hot chick I met on instagram with 4 followers , and ruin my other siblings lives by becoming the main character of my household or should I just rope when everyone is out of the house to horrify them and stage it as some black magic intervention voodoo type shit

Spoiler: TLDR

TLDR:
my dad hates me now & wants me out of the house in a week if I don’t change my mind. Please read it so you could actually help me

Spoiler: Tags

@EvilSatanArseRapist
@Nebelix28
@Helvetier
@Gaygymmaxx
@Mogsgymmaxx
@59H390
@FramePillGymMaxx
@PeakIncels
@Incelforeever
@gigacumster3000
@Jager
@iblamexyz
@Gengar
@crazyguy
@idk769876

That’s the plight of all NEETs, we’re called useless, worthless, leeches, parasites. Yes, in real life, not just online. Not just by random people, our friends, but also from our family members. I’ve been hearing it for a long time now. What you need is thick skin. Their words don’t phase me, or at least they didn’t phase me.

 

[Nebelix28]

Just Act like you changed your mind bro