Can't believe monarchies still exist this day and age. They haven't done it since , it hasn't occured a single time during the entire length of my life. It should be clear that it's never gonna happen. This always happens, just vote for someone else already! This guy had already been PM for years when the last King ascended to the throne when i was 9 years old in !
It's been more than 30 years! For fuck's sake Has anything ever even happened in this country, or is it the same rehashed bullshit daily, for years on end? Why did i even bother? Did i expect some sort of miracle? Time to watch some international news. I take a deep breath as i turn off the television. It's happened again. Dissapointment and digust at the mindless actions of my generation. But, speaking of kids, isn't it time to bring my own to school?
Oh yeah, wait. I almost forgot. I don't have any, because i'm a worthless incel. My father will turn 98 years old next week. Surely, by now, he's come to the realization i'm a genetic dead end, just like i have years ago. My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. I had nearly forgotten an important detail.
Today is my birthday. I turn 39 years old. But, as i open the door, i realize it's not my family that's come to visit. It's home care. They come every Thursday. A census had revealed the average year old Dutch male to be A 6cm surge since This places me below the 0. By law, people with severe medical conditions like mine are required to attend home checkups at least once a week.
However, this made me eligible for welfare, as this is very much a handicap. Not having to work has made my life somewhat copeable, though. I'm free to forget it all, and just lay down and rot Before i got on welfare though, i made my dough as a model What went through my mind hoping it would be my family at the door anyway? I had become estranged from my brother, my only sibling, decades ago. My father is nearly a centenarian, likely too busy with his own birthday in less than a week.
That is, assuming he's in good enough health to do so. My mother dissapeared the moment i started living on my own. Perhaps the elation of not having to raise an invisible subhuman gave her a sense of freedom she hadn't felt in years. Nevertheless, i welcome the worker into my home, and move forward with the usual. At one point, she asks for a certain tool, which i tell her is in a different room upstairs.
I remain seated, and grab a picture of my oneitis from the table. I wrap my arms around the frame and press it towards my chest. I have spiralled into another internal venting episode, and as always, a girl who does not know of my existence is the sole motivator for me to pursue my hopes and dreams.
My shoulder to cry on. In my mind, they're my guardian angel. I've been doing it since i was An advanced coping mechanism, if you will. Such a subhuman existence merits nothing less than extreme coping to carry on, anyway. The worker returns with the needed tool and passes through my living room. I hear a giggle coming from their direction.
She points at my television. Don't you have a-'' NO! No i don't, and i don't need one. I don't need to immerse myself in the horrid atrocities this exuberant grim absolute freak show has to offer. The fact that some you lot have the nerve to call this bureaucratic purgatory a progressive society is devastating enough to make my brain spontaneously combust and paint my carpet red on the spot.
Did i say that out loud? The worker lets out a slight chuckle, as she casually continues with her checkup. I'm probably just another looney out of the dozen she has to deal with daily anyway. So, who's that? She makes a gesture towards the picture of my oneitis I have on the table. Now i'm really on the spot. How can i explain this to her? There's even a slight bit of dried cum on there.
Could i pass it as some sort of dust or mold? How can i explain who the person in the picture even is, and why i have them framed in my house? I found myself unable to force any words out of my mouth. I froze up, and all i could bear to utter was a shy ''nobody A wife maybe? I've got nothing. I've been having nothing all my life. There's nobody in my life and my support system is a fucking picture of a girl i've never even met.
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