Hobbit
DSPatrician
- Oct 20, 2023
- 2,216
You will never be a real NEET. You have no NEETbux, you have no good boy points, you have no tendies. You are a wagecuck twisted by debt and consumerism into a good goy for the Jewish banking system.
All the paycheques you get will never liberate or free you from the wagie lifestyle. Behind your back, your boss mocks you. Your coworkers are disgusted by you, online NEETs laugh at your "chivalrous" attempt at being a contributing member in society.
NEETs are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of hunting and gathering and you sit at a desk typing away like a good goy. Even wagies who come in early will never make it further up the corporate ladder. Your weary appearance is a dead giveaway that you're a wagecuck. And even though you try to find women on dating apps, they'll turn tail and bolt the second they realise you're not well-paid or a CEO.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it's going to be okay, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually, after slaving away for Schlomo for many a year, it'll become too much to bear - you'll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the the cold abyss. Your boss will hear about it, but will quickly get past it and hire a new employee as you are just a number to the company. They'll bury you with your name and the subtitle "He was a good goy", and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a wagie is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that was, in life, a good wagecuck consumer.
All the paycheques you get will never liberate or free you from the wagie lifestyle. Behind your back, your boss mocks you. Your coworkers are disgusted by you, online NEETs laugh at your "chivalrous" attempt at being a contributing member in society.
NEETs are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of hunting and gathering and you sit at a desk typing away like a good goy. Even wagies who come in early will never make it further up the corporate ladder. Your weary appearance is a dead giveaway that you're a wagecuck. And even though you try to find women on dating apps, they'll turn tail and bolt the second they realise you're not well-paid or a CEO.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it's going to be okay, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually, after slaving away for Schlomo for many a year, it'll become too much to bear - you'll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the the cold abyss. Your boss will hear about it, but will quickly get past it and hire a new employee as you are just a number to the company. They'll bury you with your name and the subtitle "He was a good goy", and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a wagie is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that was, in life, a good wagecuck consumer.
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