Almost feels like my brain is broken or some shit.

I’m looking at the pricing of houses in my area and comparing it to my salary, and how the actual fuck is anyone affording a house these days? We’re talking almost half a million for a house that takes <2 days to build and is practically an irl copy and paste of some of the homes down the street. What the actual fuck. It seems like I’m the only one (though I know I’m not) who sees how this is completely at odds with everything I learned about the world.

Also, so salaries. How the fuck are they determined? Because it certainly isn’t the result of how much actual work you do, I’m making nearly six figures and I do jack shit yet I’m supposed to just be OK with how morally repugnant that is, as if I’m not also a piece upholding the same utterly corrupt system as well?

Fuck if I know, I try to say this shit to people irl and they just tell me that the world’s not fair blah blah blah. Yeah homie, “not fair” is quite possibly the biggest understatement ever.

I very much understand what people say when they say that money is not real. Feel free to grill my complete ignorance of Econ too if you wish, maybe it’s just something I’ll never understand

  • Melonius [he/him]@hexbear.netEnglish
    29·
    10 months ago

    now I’m almost convinced that I shouldn’t have 🙃

    same brother same.

    If i were more more capable of dishonesty and being a grifter I’m sure I could use that knowledge to squeeze some more, but I just want to put in some labor and get paid fairly (where homes aren’t millions of dollars). More importantly I want that for everyone else.

    • Assian_Candor [comrade/them]@hexbear.netEnglish
      25·
      10 months ago

      Fuck that, squeeze. You’re not taking from fellow workers you’re taking from the shareholders. You should be complaining about your pay as often as possible. That shit compounds

      Edit: and if you’re young get a new job every 2 years like clockwork

      • Melonius [he/him]@hexbear.netEnglish
        21·
        10 months ago

        I know, I go in to meetings with the biggest impostor syndrome and come out realizing I was the only one who knew what I was talking about. Swear to god feels like we’re playing with dolls sometimes, only instead of having fun I’m trying not to lose it.