I’m glad to finally read someone that’s say something real. Its all about lying, yes I educate myself and I even try to fake a fair enough resumee. I realize this is the only way to hope for something. I don’t have special abilities, not good at math, coding boring me. I try a lot of thing in this life, I am in a training program now, but things move slowly, I’m 35, I should have a wife by now, an happy place called home, but looks so far away, looks even that I lost the train to having that life. Feeling already old even if I do nothing, life ask things I dont have. Stupid things like a car, I don’t want it, I don’t like it, but people want me to have it. This example apply to everything. In order to have something I wish for I need to want something I don’t like, that’s so stupid and I feel bad.

I think human interaction change with times that tell us what we need to have to be good as friend. I am also running from people but not because I can’t deal with conflict but because shame. I spend many time to understand and shame is mine final answer. I am ashamed of my dirty apartment in my father garage, I am ashamed of not having a degree, a job, the will of even find an occupation. Then I ashamed of my body, fat and full of scars of heavy loss of height. Simple I am just a monster, that lives only because parents keep alive. What kind of friend can be possible be? That’s there reason to escape. This why not everyone can have interactions.

I don’t blame you, and I think I understand the pain, I’ve been repeating myself for the last ten years that I’ve already died, I still repeat it before bed. I share disinterest in the facts in the world, you are fully right in the interested only to your realities like yourself and your family, I don’t think there is much more when you were born as excluded, I feel so myself, my battle has become another. I no longer seek my happiness because I don’t think I’m suitable for it. But, you are the obvious proof that there are people with the same sensations, and then my purpose is now to try to find the closest physically to me and approach it as throwing me into a pit of thorns wirhout any fear.

I have thought the same for almost ten years of begin alone (im 35), now I am in a parentheses of revolution, perhaps I will come back to think like you when I am again defeated by life.

Perception is the hardest that destroy the equation. All have their personal own, there isn’t a universal right perception, common is living a lie to keep going.

I see a deep sadness in this comic even if it tries to make a joke. Be alone, doing things alone, return at home alone, what is life? something matter? all feels so void and sadness.

Stoner design

It just the beginning for sure. This future will be the end of artists and still everyone will clapping to AI productions like fools.

Some companies are already announcing the elimination of their games starting in January. Cult of the lamb, for example.

Whatever alternative you’re offered, I don’t think it’s worth spending more than $50 on an emulator console. (This is the maximum make sense price for any hardware that can emulate old consoles up to PS3).