>>19288716Late thirties. Own my house and my beater car. I live the life of a stray dog, but a local stray dog the villagers like. I do whatever I want whenever I want. I work just enough to pay for my meager existence and my petty luxuries like nights out, combat sports, motorcycles, guns, stuff like that.
No one loves me and I don't love anyone outside of a sort of obligatory familial love for my broken nuclear family. I'm well liked and have plenty of friends, but no wife or children. Sometimes I feel sorry for myself and get a little blackpilled about dying alone unmourned one day in the future, but then I realize there are guys who have it a lot worse than I do. Guys trapped in loveless marriages. Guys with troon children. Guys living through their first divorce rape Christmas. Guys who got their dick and balls blown off in Afghanistan. Guys dying of any number of horrible diseases.
Gratitude. Always remember gratitude because God knows it could be worse.
