Wagecucks are waking up at this very moment in order to go to mr. schlomo office and make money for him.
Is that pathetic?, because I find it even worst than pathetic, I almost feel pittt fo' them.
I'd love to watch a NEET faggot post a "smug pepe" at 4AM, boxers still around ankles, clutching their tiny dick. Toes resting in the cum they dribbled under their computer desk. They take a moment to caress their latest figurine. Crying softly while starting a fresh, new /r9k/ thread.
A NEET is someone who sucks resources from society and gives back nothing. Fucking kill yourself please.
implying your shitty job contributes something to our society
Normies actually believe this. How about beethoven hmm? He was a neet wasn't he.
>tfw a bunch of interviews for decent jobs that I want to do and which pay decently
>tfw my side business is starting to gather steam too
>tfw going to move out of my mum's house and get my own place and be free
>tfw I'll be able to afford decent hobbies and fun activities
>tfw I'll be able to talk to girls without being ashamed that I'm a neet
NEETs are so upset and resentful they post the same tiresome bait threads multiple times a day and then sit there gleefully posting the same ad homs and insults over and over in response to the reactions they get.
They're not creating their masterpiece. They're not learning languages or studying math and philosophy. The novel doesn't exist, nor does the symphony, it's all just shit posting and anime and the crushing depression of failing miserably in even the most basic of things.
Hello my fellow NEETS.
I have a little reading to get through today. I saw this set of War and Peace by Tolstoy over the weekend, and thought it looked delightful. So I spent a small fraction of my neetbucks on the set.
Once I have finished reading them they will look quite splendid in my library alongside the many other works of classic literature and philosophy that I also read in my spare time.
I would read it in the original Russian of course, since I have so much time to learn languages, but I'm feeling a bit overextended from learning German for Hesse and Goethe, and also learning Spanish in order to read Don Quixote. So I thought I'd relax by reading an English translation for now.
Now if you'll excuse me, I must don my smoking jacket, select a fine cigar and retire to the parlour for some reading.
This one was published circa 1919.
I like the old looking books, even the fake ones. Classics with modern covers just look dumb to me.