/biz/ - Business & Finance

>>57715845
Yes, but I am still a virgin if that's any consolation.
What's the point of making money if I am still a manlet?

>>57587195
>tfw you're rich and still have no gf
If being a richfag isn't going to get me a gf, what will?
Its over for me isn't it?

>>57284552
It doesn't get any better anon, I am mid 7 figure, and I am still a virgin.
Maybe at 8 figures things will start looking up for me.

>>56529207
At least you're not a virgin in his 30s sitting around with 7 million buckeroos like me.
If women don't want to touch my wiener with this much money, they never will.
Its over.

>>55912139
$1,000,000 is not a lot of money either.
You need at least $20,000,000 to make it.
I know because I have like $6,000,000 and still don't have a gf.

I am a bottom of the barrel low status loser in every environment: school, university, the workplace.

At school I didn't go to prom and there were multiple parties that most of the year went to in the final year of school that I wasn't even invited to. I wasn't invited to the final day of school barbecue.

At university I had zero friends or social experiences the entire time. I sat alone in every lecture, etc. I disliked my subject and gained nothing intellectually.

At all of my jobs I become the ugly loser nobody talks to within a few days of starting. This was true for part time jobs, office jobs, and work from home jobs.

No woman has ever been attracted to me and I've never been on a date. I'm everythingless, apart from with prostitutes. I'm facially ugly, not quite Aryan, and have zero charisma. The looks blackpill has been obvious to me for almost a decade.

I'm in my early/mid-30s now, with a totally pointless but ok paying work from home job. I have no passions or productive hobbies. I don't majorly enjoy anything. I haven't been abroad for over a decade. I haven't been on a holiday in my entire adult life, barring a few days in different cities.

I was treated like shit by a few previous managers. I almost always fail any process that involves any subjective judgement of me by others.

I'm not stupid to believe in (or mentally weak enough to have to believe in) any philosophies or religions.

>did well at school
>did a degree I disliked: no technical skills gained because I immediately forgot it all, academic path gone
>failed all job interviews with high paying finance employers during university: elite career path gone
>never learnt to be consistently productive under my own initiative in my free time
>have no passions or productive hobbies
>never written a story or a song, created a game, started a company, earned money outside of wagecuck employment
>never asked a woman out, been on a date, had any friends or social experiences since school
>ugly, zero charisma, nothing to talk about in social situations
>have an ok paying remote job that's a bullshit bureaucrat job that would be better off not existing
>after work today: went for a 1.5 hour walk while listening to podcasts, ate food, browsed internet, spent an hour learning stuff, will now watch anime then go to gym then browse internet in bed

I was wasting time on my phone during work earlier today and watching a presentation with Elon Musk and Tesla employees and the idea of people being rich and living in California and working on cool shit hit me in some weird way. Like those punches that somehow connect at the perfect angle and heem people unexpectedly.

yes I am mad
it's not funny anymore.

>>51467589
I remember reading that and thinking it will never go to $10.

also why don't you ever reply?

>weekend over
>wasted it all on mindless internet browsing and being ill
>may go for a pointless walk and then the gym

Life is feeling particularly pointless and boring right now.

I'm remembering that fairly kino habit I had in December/early 2022 where every Friday I'd go for a long walk when it was dark and cold and frosty outside. I created irl kino.

>be me
>wasted time online last night after binging on junk food
>slept
>woke up at 10 am
>played an acclaimed video game (maybe most acclaimed of the past 5 years); was entertained for a few hours but it always leaves me feeling empty afterwards
>eat food; no junk food left to eat; yesterday's binge was the big binge to signify no more binges
>waste time online
>go outside for a drive and a walk that feels energising yet pointless while listening to Cum Town
>browse internet in car
>will now go to supermarket and probably buy junk food (unsure what rationalisation I'll use for this; the binge after the last binge ever is usually a blase binge that signifies that the binges have no special significance at all and I'll casually give up junk food afterwards with no effort and become thinner)
>will waste time online then either play vidya or read before sleeping and waking up to my job

I have read about women making money on onlyfans and saw this video by a woman who went from low tier vlogger to an onlyfans that probably makes over 100k a month. Wow, being a woman is life on easy mode.

I listened to the chart on radio 1 and the top two are Drake, who just talks, and a sea shanty song. I don't get it. I browse 4chan all day but the youth are still on more layers of irony than me. I have never thought myself above them from.

It's still over 3 weeks until the wagecuckbux drops but the Covid era savings are great.

I watched videos of a video game I completed in early summer last year and it was so nostalgic. The menus and UI have more SOVL than most games.

It has been almost 6 months since Trump started campaigning. My 20s have been wasted in a fugue of self loathing, demoralisation, and internet timewasting. I remember lying on my bed, watching highlights of his first debate performance, on a sunny and carefree day. And similarly, except in a car on a dark winter 2015 day. I was wasting my life non-stop.

>be me
>work this week started off with almost no work
>weekday nights were particularly wasted and lacked energy or aims
>wake up at 8.45 am on Friday
>start work
>work
>finish work
>lie in bed and browse internet on phone
>sleep for over 2 hours until 11 pm
>watch most of an episode of a TV show I really I liked many years ago but which now feels dated in a 00s way
>waste more time online, sleep
>wake up on Saturday morning
>play an extremely acclaimed modern game; enjoy exploring its world but always feel very empty after playing it
>go jogging
>eat food; have the last bit of junk food left (crisps)
>waste time online
>go driving outside
>go for a short walk that feels pointless
>now browsing internet in car while drinking Costa coffee
>plan to buy junk food, go home, browse internet, play more vidya, read in bed, then sleep

My internet timewasting has become particularly mindless: the minutiae of politics and even some mindless YouTube (I mostly agree with the last psychiatrist's quote: If you're watching it, it's for you).

I am drifting in unspooked nihilism. Even saying nihilism makes it sound too spooky. I started a game that everyone considers to be bad and hard and I got bored after a few hours but then wanted to play it to stop the feeling of failure from giving up. Similarly with a book I consider overwritten and easily summarisable.

I watched some tech YouTubers in the past few days. Americans are gods. They earn over $200k starting salaries in tech companies. It's quite incredible how every Asian American (or really rich Asian in America) on YouTube is very successful in the conventional career track. Some of it is brazenly prestige obsessed but I admire their mentality. I also search for '[Ivy League school] vlog' and feel sad at their idyllic lives.

I have a lot more savings that I did 1 year ago. Feels relaxing to have a lot more more than 0.6x my monthly salary in the bank.

Hopefully I'll start doing anything at all soon.

>be me
>browsed internet on phone in bed late last night
>woke up at 9 am today
>played vidya
>went jogging in daylight (haven't done that often lately)
>read for a short time
>ate food
>had some junk food
>browsed internet
>went for a walk outside in the sun
>ended up walking 7 miles while listening to Cum Town and a rationalist podcast
>winter has definitely ended; saw lots of chad/stacey couples, packs of thots, other sad sack males on their own
>felt sad as my walk was ending as it got dark; having such a leisurely Friday and a potentially busy work week upcoming has made the Sunday evening sadness worse a bit
>came home
>played vidya for almost 3 hours; completed a really long and old game I've been playing over many months (now my life is even more purposeless)
>browsing internet in the dying hours of Sunday
>had some noodles and will browse internet / read in bed soon

I read the phrase "putting on weight" and an associated weight and the phrase "stuffing my face" and I felt so disgusted by that person. Hopefully I can stop eating junk food once I eat all the remaining junk food (around one binge's worth left). I'm hoping to channel my cravings in to some sort of noble suffering but experience has shown me that they only appear as mid-day lethargy and feelings of pointlessness.

Having jogged earlier in the day feels good but nothing beats the post-lifting feeling. I am sure that making the population weak is a goal of the government.

That feeling when I'm walking and I realise that I've had zero adult social life / I'm ugly / I should be doing something useful.

Thinking of 22 year old zoomers who make thousands from youtube just by being cool and extroverted.

>be me
>Friday working was slow paced and I was browsing the internet a lot on my phone
>went driving; went for a walk while listening to an alt right podcast; bought coffee; bought junk food at a supermarket
>went jogging
>browsed internet
>slept at 1 am
>woke up at 8 am
>wasted 2 hours browsing internet in bed
>read non-fiction book
>read fiction book
>morning felt very sunny and idyllic, like summer days past
>ate normal food and junk food
>went for a medium length walk without a jacket; it felt like summer
>listened to cum town and lower midwit BBC podcasts
>went back home, procrastinated jogging and then didn't jog at all
>wasted time online, now in bed

I have almost finished a long videogame. It's dated and has sequels that totally surpass it gameplay-wise. The story/plot is also very barebones and has been overrated online. Its overall atmosphere and music are very evocative and it definitely warrants a modern remake with upgraded mechanics. I don't often think that.

My wagiebux went in to my bank account. Being remote helps me save a lot of money. I am able to put more money than ever in to savings and investments and even crypto. The savings are a pretty good mental cushion.

I think I am starting to feel the effects of binges now that I'm older. The chocolate, sweets, and crisps I had today felt a bit like a chemical slap, when in the past they were nothing. Maybe in 5 years they'll feel like a punch.

All alt right podcasts are seriously boring now. I think things have been articulated well enough and there's little left to discuss. All that's left is watching things progress (obviously no political actors exist except the globalist elite).

There have been a few prototype summer days. Chad and Stacey couples are everywhere. I'm feeling nostalgic for the vidya I played last April to June.

I'm reading an old pseudy fiction book (which has been passable for 30 pages) and a praised modern non-fiction book that is very overwritten and stretched out.

Bros...

>>29405085
It’s over

>be me
>finish a relaxed week at work on Friday afternoon
>go jogging
>do some supermarket shopping in evening; wasn't as good as last week, which wasn't as good as some weeks before
>waste time on internet
>wake up on Saturday morning
>read a non-fiction book
>start reading an old and venerated novel
>eat food and junk food
>go for a drive and then walk outside
>end up not walking much
>go back home
>waste time online
>go jogging
>waste more time online
>apply for a few jobs, mainly to see if I'd get interviews
>read the latest moldbugkino
>sleep at 2 am
>wake up at 8 am
>browse internet instead of sleeping more
>only rest my eyes for 15 minutes before watching tennis at around 9 am
>watch tennis
>go for a walk outside for around 2+ hours
>listen to cum town and a rationalist podcast
>it's much warmer than a week ago ago and feels like summer
>finish walk, buy some chocolate at a supermarket
>feels strange for there to still be daylight and warm weather after 3 pm
>go back home, eat lots of food, feel stuffed
>decided not to eat anything for 27 hours to see if fasting at random times can make me give up junk food or get lighter
>will spend rest of evening playing vidya, reading, browsing internet

Being reminded of summer weather today made me remember how it never made me happy. When it was cold and dark recently I thought sun and warm weather would make life feel like a paradise. But it barely matters. If anything, it feels like, dare I say it, the cold (and age appropriate) light of day, lol. Although being able to finish work at 6 pm, and still go for long walks in the warm daytime feels unreal.

I'm sure any day now I will start working hard on stuff and actually start doing productive things.

I don't want to be fat in the summer again. The gyms are closed so I should at least get lighter. I think of myself as having a 15 kg yellow weight attached to my stomach, and how good it would be to get rid of it.

>be me
>woken up by alarm at 8.45 am
>start work
>not a busy time
>have so much free time I spend almost the whole morning watching the Nadal match
>have lunch
>work more
>finish work
>waste time on internet in bed
>browse silicon valley Twitter and feel subhuman for not being a millionaire
>waste time on internet
>go jogging, then go for a walk, then go to supermarket
>only intended to buy carby food to eat that night but imagine myself during the cold light of day tomorrow, during my lunch break, and realise that junk food makes life worth living
>buy junk food, eat carby food at home
>now lying in bed and browsing internet, sacrificing sleep for internet meme browsing

I'm fairly sure the healthy and hard working rest of my life will start soon. I'm alternately trying to convince myself to do stuff and telling myself the trick is to not try to convince myself.

After the cold week ended on Sunday I woke up on Monday seeing the sun and it now feels pretty much like summer. I have nostalgia for the summer I experienced last year and also summer within a videogame I played last year. There were some fairly kino experiences, I have to admit. Of course I was sad as fuck at the time, but still.

I'm saving the latest Moldbug post for work hours.

My job is so boring. I don't feel like I can move things along with effort. It's like I'm on a track and doing everything provides little challenge.

Something sad is happening irl. Things seem to be improving and the only thing to do is wait. But things are uncertain.

Currently thinking of some recent years where I had so much free time and so little motivation for anything. I didn't even enjoy myself. I wish I had been reclusive and worked hard on stuff. I have never put sustained effort in to anything in my adult life.

I want to lose weight before summer so I'm not sweaty and fat for once. But cookies and crisps are my main source of pleasure.

Being an ugly male (whether I'm fat or not) is living life on very hard mode.

>be me
>wake up at 7.45 am
>browsed internet on phone
>tried to sleep again at 8.20 am and failed to do so
>start work
>work
>some cringey moments but I got through things
>not much to do on a Friday afternoon except send emails I had been putting off all week and sit in a few zero work meetings
>finish work
>go to supermarket; have a small shop (a pale shadow of the Friday night shop I had around five weeks ago)
>haven't exercised for a week because it's so cold
>browse internet
>watch first episode of new Adam Curtis show while eating chocolate, coffee, cola, and a lot of popcorn
>now lying in bed; will read a book (getting near the end of a long one)

There was some development in that really awful thing I had mentioned a while ago. Things are not good but they're a lot less awful and progressing positively.

I think people can sense how uninteresting I am (not just by assuming it due to my ugliness and betaness).

I see so many things all around me that I wouldn't be able to make if you gave me months, e.g., that pillow case, this phone, this keyboard software, fidget spinners.

I sit in my room, manipulating word documents and excel files while communicating solely with people who do the same type of work, and the stuff describes real world things done by real world people. I wonder what they'd think if they examined me working while standing behind my desk for a day.

Last weekend was really wasted but this one already seems like it will be ok.

I thought I was going to give up junk food after binging on each of the past few Sundays. But this was an illusion.

Is there any point buying shake as a poorfag? Without staking (only got $600 so can't afford 1 shake) is there much point in following if I can't shake it till I make it....

>be me
>drank coffee last night
>wasted time online
>felt so fat in evening; weighed myself at night
>decided to stop eating junk food until I weigh around 30 lbs less
>slept
>woke up an hour before work
>browsed internet on phone in bed instead of sleeping
>had a shit; weighed myself and I was 5 lbs lighter than last night
>started work
>worked
>had lunch
>finished lunch
>worked
>finished work
>realised it was too cold to go jogging
>ate some food, drank coffee, read the latest moldbugkino
>haven't had junk food since yesterday afternoon
>retired to bed before 9
>plan to read for a few hours and then sleep

I forgot to mention in one of my weekend posts that I went for a large supermarket shop on Friday evening, similar to that really comfy and cold night a few weeks earlier. But, as always, the second time was a pale imitation of the first time. Less comfy, less stuff to buy, warmer outside, not as bright inside, an all round less memorable time.

I watched videos of Vitalik this morning and felt so inferior. After work I felt like I had no vitality and no hope of doing anything productive. You know that dream where you punch something and your hand slows down as it gets nearer? That's kind of how I see everything while I'm awake. I wonder what life would be like if I started doing productive stuff.

I'm getting demoralised at work because my job is so pointless. There is so little to do. And my manager is in on the charade and only gives me positive feedback.

On multiple occasions in my life, some old normie guy asks me what I want to do with my working life, and every time I say some variation of "I don't know" and they seem to be at a loss. What would happen if I gave some specific answer?

>be me
>finish a low work week on Friday evening
>go for a short jog
>spend rest of evening wasting time online, drinking coffee
>sleep at 2 am (got in to bed at 11 am, said I'd browse the internet for a bit on my phone)
>woke up at 9 am on saturday
>browse internet on phone in bed
>watch abroad in japan youtube channel and learned about programme where you can go and teach english in japan for a year
>feel sad at not being the type of person to ever go backpacking or travelling or minimalist travelling
>haven't been outside of UK for 4 years
>go for a short walk in the park immediately, while there's daylight
>listen to cum town
>payday was here
>paying bills, putting money in savings accounts / investments felt kino
>finally (after 6 months of procrastination) put money in to crypto; buying it in the park, from an app, felt kino
>get back home, read book, eat, read the latest moldbugkino
>saving my binge for tonight

This is the stark level of patheticness and delusion a loser can have. I feel kino holding crypto after buying it now and immediately seeing it go down by 6 %. And someone who bought it years ago is a millionaire. I'm not sad at this. I'm just rationally pointing out my delusion.

The episode of Cum Town was really heavy in wallowing in the 90s kid nostalgia. They talked about ball pits.

Being outside in the morning on a Saturday felt strange. I felt so rich now that I have a few thousand in a few places. I felt like a rich NEET. Did everyone else's casual dress sense totally collapse in the early 2010s? Or is that an early 10s thing that I unconsciously chose to do?

Feeling extra blackpilled due to recent events and recently reading Moldbug's open letter. The recent events and Moldbug felt like the final pieces to knowing how the world works.

>be me
>posted a large whine topic last night
>spent rest of evening mindlessly browsing internet, didn't even play vidya or read a book
>woke up this morning
>browsed internet and drank coffee (to make the big Sunday shit come out before my long weekend walk)
>have the shit
>go for 11 mile walk
>listen to cum town, a rationalist podcast, a podcast with moldbug
>see more Staceys and qts than usual and my loserness hit home
>get back home
>eat food and some junk food
>will now drive outside, drink coffee, browse 4chan on my phone
>will buy hopefully the last binge food ever (have enough room left in my stomach for chocolate and possibly a Ben and Jerry's to celebrate my new healthiness, although I had that one or two weeks ago and it wasn't meaningful enough to make me change my ways)

I think I am getting close to convincing myself to doing productive things in my free time. I think tomorrow may be the day.

When my next paycheck comes I plan to buy crypto for the first time since early... 2014. I will hold the good stuff and speculate with shitcoin (stinky linky to start with). I'm n-not a sucker who missed out on the real gains, I'm a sensible value investor. Although the only stock I have bought individually, which was done a few months ago after reading a fluff piece bio of the CEO has since gone up by over 200 % lol. Maybe the YOLO Chad investing style is my true nature. I need to have a steel hand, catch the dead cats, jump off the top of burning peaks, and read the tea leaves through a fundamental bottom-up, values driven, long-short-with-sideways-inbetween heuristics. I now see the cash I'm holding in the bank as pathetic dead weight that's only for emergencies.

I can't believe it has been so many months since I've been in an in-person team meeting at work. I'm thinking about how many levels higher I'd be if I had got a job straight out of university and it makes me feel sad. If I could fake normieness I'd be the boss of my boss's boss right now.