■ 🕑 1. Melancholy Paradox
│  Recently I have been craving solitude.
│  It's strange since so much of my life has been driven by
│  companionship and socialisation.
│  I sort of have everything I've ever wanted, a dream job,
│  a life long companion, financial security
│  and future growth prospects.
│  Yet.
│  I feel the intrusive urge to throw it away.
│  It's as if I WANT to become a hikki.
│  Im well aware how privilidged I am to contemplate this, it disgusts me in a way.
│  So is this just a manifestation of selfdestructive tendencies?
│  Or am i trying to fly to close to the NEET sun?
│  Was Diogenes wise to become a hobo-maxing NEETma grindset enthusiast?
│  Niavely romanticising a dilapidated empty flat with nothing
│  but the echoing keys of a dumpster laptop and stolen WIFI. 
│  In more important and relevant matters:
│  How often do you wash your sheets?
│  I want to wash them weekly, but have failed this routinne so far. 
│  Till we meet again - blogfagchan
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├─■ 🕑 2. 
│   Solitude is good for the soul, man. It's like jamming a toothbrush way
│   deep into your works. Gives you a good clean scrubbin' even if it knocks 
│   some gross stuff loose. But you can't get clean unless you bring out
│   the crap. 
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│   Why not go camping? Or hell, just go for a good long hike now and then.
│   There's a reason why there's a stereotype of a family man going out to
│   a lake to fish. You get that real alone time, that real peace, that 
│   the urban NEET only gets to enjoy maybe 1, 2% of. 
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│   Diogenes had it mostly figured out. You gotta remember though, he was
│   playing the role of a teacher. The really important Cynics are the guys 
│   you never hear about. That's why Diogenes gave up some of his precious
│   solitude. Don't give me any shit about how he was enlightened so being a
│   social guy was no issue for him either. You know he suffered for his 
│   students and it was an act of great love. 
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│   If you're a shut-in NEET but still hanging out online, watching stuff, reading
│   stuff, well, you're halfway there. But you go out in the woods without any
│   kind of man-made entertainments, just raw-dogging nature, you're through the
│   door. 
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│   Re: bed sheets -- I just wash based on smell, texture, whatever. If they seem
│   off, they are off. Simple ways are best. 
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└─■ 🕑 3. 
    Where am I?
    I lost my place again
    Even with my friends
    And I can't see why
    Where am I?
    
    There's no proper way to come out and say
    I can't tell the ground from the sky
    Where am I?
    
    I can remember a time when I could see
    Where I fit in
    But today can't even stay with the circle of friends I've been in
    Where am I?
    Where am I?
    
    Where am I?
    Can't find my way back
    And I've lost track
    The way that I can try
    Where am I?
    
    Don't have the eyes to see
    Which is really mean
    So I can't see the lie
    Where am I?
    
    Who can remember a time when I could see
    Where I fit in
    But today can't even stay with the circle of friends I've been in
    Where am I?
    Where am I?
    Where am I?
    Where am I?