What I hate in my actual social environment.

my comrads.

Sometimes when we try communism in our daily life, some people get a little confused about it because of the capitalist brainwashing machine. We can't get anger with the unconscious reproduction of certain padronized habits derived by their doctrine of enslavement, as egotism, winner's mentality (is meant there are few winners over losers, losers are less than people), pride, need of distinction and exclusivity in the age of industrial production and mass educational delusional factory schools for market, jealously about the work that is not yours, etc. The Bourgeois model of family creates personality disorders like people who are eager for consume everything, people who don't know the price in blood for some comfort and security, people who thinks they are better then others (ideology of social classes and exclusion, a shame), so, it's not that they are bad people, but sometimes these young folks newly born from their mommie and daddy's homes are kind of abusive in theirs entitlement for what they deserve. For example, daily ordinary things, as food in the kitchen. The family model even when includes the children in the buying ritual at supermarkets gives the impression that prices is not for your business and your father will pay for you, so they have the "just buy for my consumption" mentality, and then, the young guys simple come and eat everything because its normal getting things for free and demanding things for free, capitalist woman are even worse with their excuses for not paying the bills like everyone else, "I just forgot my wallet back home, my hero", fuck you capitalist leech, and the boys are even worse because when they are not a fucking financial cancer arousing your money (money spent in food), they will be like babies who don't move anything by themselves and just screws around giving trouble and making you lost time, so again and kind of tired and exhausted, I have enough from my social environment and I simple can't get socially friendly anymore. Because of my posture and thinking, they doesn't get me and accuse me of being stupid, but you know they are worst than friends, and I was like that before, even today I want money from my parents, sometimes I get ashamed of it because at my age and generation the right thing in my social role to do is sending money for them, but still now they are helping themselves out very well, better than me, still now there's no problem in these sense of "your family needs desperately for your help" or the pregnant mother drama situation, but even if when the need to work urges as a imposition of harsh reality im kind of cut-off by banks and the market in general, I think it's they don't want a social thinker in jobs, only lawfully robots with money in their hearts, and to be a teacher (a real job for me) I need a fucked up license, so its the next step, get the license and take care of my business. Having the decency in not sucking anyone by their veins, even when class unconsciously. My parents help me in moments of need, I'm feel happy for had the lucky of have them alive and healthy, but one day they will pass away and I will keep myself alone, even now they can't help me so much, because they are poor, and that is the thing, im not rich or responsable, or a parent for the lazy youngs and vampires full of jealous and desire for consume you until dry. So now I live amongst them, but one day I'll stay in a position to clarify and adjust my family situation and background, but I will never sacrifice myself for the machine, for children or these unconscious money hunters blinded by the opression, it's a moral cruzade for me, I'm not the wrong one and refuse all labels, I'm not wrong doing my life, but I'm searching for more autonomy, sometimes im still with no money in my pockets, sometimes I can collaborate, today with leechs, tomorrow with brothers and sisters, real ones and free others.

go for a beer young boy, you deserve it.

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My friends have boycotted me and want to turn me into an entrepreneur

In the last few days I realize that my friends have decided to look at the job that I need to live honestly. I do not want to compete with them. The job is no big deal and consists of being a waiter at the restaurant down the street from our house. Since I can only get there after 6:00 pm, they spend the whole afternoon free and have time to get there early, which harms me because now this job has even more employees. Saturday night, the boss called to work, but as it was so late I already get the money in other ways, in exchange for some erotic photos. It was very sad because I saw how my possible client is only a middle-class conservartive supported by parents, and worst, with short and predictable money, with no prospects of large sum of money in a short time and I do not have time to wait. That's what you get when you mingle with students to survive. This is interesting because is a coincidence too, in the same day, I notice that, I talked with some boyfriend of mine about his current situation at the military, and there is kind of the same, everyone want your place, for their own business, and their own business is shit.  I was recently with a richer boy in better condition than mine. The poor guy suffered a credit card fraud from his ex-boyfriend and is something that must have destroyed his confidence. He has a three bedroom apartment, and two of them are not being used. I would have asked to move in if it was close to UFMT. I think we have some kind of relationship because he said not to take anyone to his apartment, but of course they'll say anything before they take you to bed. Continuing, my friends then decided to look at my job, since no one wanted to work until then and now they have decided it is time to boycott me financially taking my job instead of looking for some other places to work, not just one, but two friends decided to go around the same place where I work, what does not detract from their reason, for convenience, but now I have little money, because I am being called less to work. The boys spend all the money in one night with cocaine and I would like to invest the money in an art-related venture. But I fear this investment is a stuck vessel destined for the quickest shipwreck. Anyway, now I live with little money, just like the one dollar bill hippie, luckily last month I managed to settle all the bills and in the first day I get a value for the next rent, but otherwise I do not have other forms of income or even how to get more money. If all goes well, I receive a singular quantity of money and I will try to start my enterprise already. Whether there will be a financial return or if the end result will be satisfactory I can not say, but what I can tell you is that I will act as a mirror of an industry. Can the market work like a black hole and lead me to even bigger money holes? I want it all, I want to be swallowed by the black hole of market. I never wanted to become an entrepreneur, but after being a bit of everything in this Brazilian market prison, I was even walking, now it's time to try to sell what I can sell, yet I live a constant insecurity and maybe becoming a businessman is the last escape in these time. I'm hunger for new ways out of my actual reality. Whoever can contribute, I want more freedom of creation and more time to write about my life and also produce art, something that I have been boycotted for lack of money. And I'm in lack of money first for being jobless (in other words I get a bachelor's degree in social sciences) and second because all the jobs pay so little, and now the little sum is boycotted by my friends (who receive money from their parents), so now I'm being in face to face with the misery and my only way out seems to become an entrepreneur, only to survive. It's not a life, it's a torture. I don't want to be an capitalist, but please, help me with financial support and advices. I'm open. And I'm trying to survive, calling you from here, asking for your help, in the south america third world.

go for a beer young boy, you deserve it.

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Mes motivations, vive la liberté!