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[Hide] (1.8MB, 1327x813) Reverse Around a decade ago I got kicked out after a 2 years long NEETing phase. Id dropped out after undergowing a moral crisis resulting from my morals and value system colliding with the reality of capitalism.
I had idealized university and studies in general as an opportunity for learning, growth, development, improvement. But I instead discovered a dismal grind that pitted me and hundreds of other students against each other in a merciless competition to determine who wood whore themself out the best to catch the attention of some corpo that wood deign offer us an internship. Failing that, we wood have to repeat years because it apparently is the only testament to having learned things.
I was dejected by the dilemma and didn't have the strength to face it in order to think of a solution. I could only try out eberry form of escapism the internet had to offer to forget the feeling of my powerlessness.
These 2 years helped me outline a rough plan to learn a trade and start working, and although it was nothing more than a vague draft, I had already taken the first steps of getting a driving licence and doing my paperwork to register for a new year.
I still lacked the discipline and willpower to go out and set my plan in motion, so I found myself outside having to look for a spot to spend the night in a big city.
I spent long hours assessing my situation, but because I wasn't pressed by a schedule or daily life, it was surprisingly comfy. Having the time to sort your thoughts really and cut yourself from the flow of life is a luxury.
I regularly visited mosques to pray, wash up and fill my water bottles.
That fall was mild, so I soon figured that the best sleeping arrangement was to only sleep a few hours after sunset before it got too cold, then finish my night in a park from the moment the morning warmed up to the beginning of the afternoon, by which point it was too hot to sleep. The soft grass, the warm sun, the cool breeze. Those morning naps were out of this world and I was surprised how they managed to set me up to face a day of homelessness when long nights in a warm bed couldn't help me face a day at uni.
A degree and several jobs later I still miss those times. Having time makes you feel much better than having money