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.

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A day when I was a nazi guy and why I live in eternal surrender

Sometime in the past, when I was younger and even more imature then today, I was sitting in the subway thinking absurds as cleaning and better society, like we can redefine the hell to make him work as a paradise machine, but in all senses there's no better society. Venezuela is already in crisis and now they have a rabbit meat plan to resist the "economic embargo". Right. So, they are like in civil war over there, and the same for Syria, the capital Damascus is over. The politics can ruin a city by means of war and war is only by means of lies. Propaganda lies. Reporters are well played and payed liers.  And is it, Venezuela for his communistic expectations, of a free marxist society, is going all wrong. I can't really tell you that, because I had never been visiting Caracas, so... How can they not expected the rise of belic and economic capitalist ways of control? Maduro is member of Masonic temples? In other words, there is no better society. There is only one global society. Even Cuba is not perfect, and Cuba is like United States turistic altered reality. Sorry if what I think is bullshit, but I can't confirm communism in these days, even in Brazil the left in politics is a visage from central banks, and returning to the post, I was in the subway, thinking all nazi thoughts, as cleaning for a better society, as genetic enhancement by veganism, etc, and someone came in with several skin diseases all over his arms and I was completely shocked and having thoughts like ''why he doesn't have a bath more regularly so we are not be obliged to stay around with his problems?'', because in my view these problems can be solved by good habits and a bath. I was a douchebag. An idiot. Because there is not my right to judge his reality, I don't even know him for do that. So I was horrified for his skin strange spots, and kind of grossed over. And judge him, a lot. I remember my error and understant my punishment. I think this past action was not my right. So after a time, I get psoriases too and I think these events are correlated and I am really being punished, the reality is punishing myself for a thing I was wrong and I only understand that now. But accepting I am receiving what I deserve means that exist a  magical justice based on energy, so I think this option is crazy. In this sense all my problem, who starts after these traumatic events are nothing more or less then coincidence, so now I live with psoriasis and hate it.

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The communists are eating my yogurts.

I am living now in a house with some friends. The ideal for cooperation is being tested with some unsuccessful agreements and few good results. But the ideal is far more strong then our failures.  In Brazil, for a student, or for a person who does not get a job, or someone who lives by a part time job, the only and last solution to live around the good places and good neighbours (not so far away from the city) is to raise more money and pay alone a absurd price, in general all the places are more than a minimum wage, and everybody gets a minimum wage, unless you have money in your family, or properties, so our youth is kind of trapped in this community system of resistence against capital. Because capital is only good for some people. Yesterday I was with a friend of mine, who is a veterinarian for profession. He lives in a good apartment, with three bedrooms, and he get a nice car. Travel a lot and go to eletronic parties almost every weekend. I, with another instance, get a degree, but no job at all and the few jobs I can have I don't have because all of them are like torture. Now I work part time as a waiter, thanks to the compassion of my boss, again as a waiter, and part time as internet boy in the security sector of my educational institution (for months now, but this will end soon). I dont know what to do to get the same financial possibilities of my friend, or at least a little close to his life. I am not jealous. I just want be with him. We have different professions and my profession in Brazil is in some sense a joke for the stablishment, just because we are critical of the mechanism of control. So I am a jobless person now, because my jobs are not jobs for my formation. The free market apparently does not want sociology as a good career. Arts and performing arts are the same in the Brazil's free market, a joke. I want to produce something, but I need financial support and advices. A producer will be great. So I'm living without jobs or money and my life sucks, I am young, but broke, and some people think I am with good shape, so sometimes some people pay me R$ 50 reais to see me naked or thinks like that. With these hell of life without money in the capitalism system I continuously living day by day, and now the communists (my friends living in cooperation with me) are all eating my yogurts and other foods, because I get all the pretty things and they are kind of jealous. So now they get my job too, as I explain in the other post where reality and thug life expected me to be a entrepreneur to not die of hungry. Thank you my communist friends. I love you comrads. Fucking me so hard right now, I almost feel like in my teenager years with some crazy and destructive girlfriend ou even a mother laughing hard against my choices.

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