What color is the sun in your world afterhours?
You have such a bizarre outlook on life and relationships.
The fact that you're essentially taking a five-year old's persceptive on this is very strange for an adult
I'm very curious what you actually do and where you live. I have this vision of you collecting welfare in some shitty Northern town, taking advantage of every government loophole you can without working for anything and then thinking your bucking the system. You constantly bitch about the shitty attitude that Canadian women have, that North American outlooks on work and relationships are backward, I'm truly curious where you actually live and why if you do live in Canada, you're still here. I think you have some bizarre vision of a European utopia where you sit on your ass all day, money for doing (something?) rolls in, and every woman flocks to you. I would love to live in your fantasyland (Actually, on second thought, probably not). You sound a little like Kramer from Seinfeld except not cool or funny, just bitter and weird
Seriously, do you live in Canada? Are you employed sir?
If you're actually on some beach in Thailand, with money from random sources rolling in and fucking hot women day and night, then I take back everything I say, and you are actually awesome. I suspect you're not though.
As I said, I think you're either a)a welfare recipient chugging Mountain Dew all day long and sitting in front of your double-wide, b) a 15-year old kid (and not an especially bright 15-year old) c) a office drone who is incredibly unhappy with his life or maybe d) some trust fund baby who inherited a shitload of money from his parents, and are mistaking their accomplishments with your own
My money's on a, b, or c
For my third-grade journal, about the topic 'what would you invent' I wrote about a machine that gave you unlimited money by just pushing a button in any denomination you wanted and the machine would never run out of money. I wrote that I would never have to work and could travel the world because of this machine. Sounds a lot like your worldview. Only difference was, I was 7. What's your excuse?