“Why don’t you want to come to my wedding?”

“I want to come but I can’t afford a ticket overseas.”

“Whatever, if you want to stay home and miss out on life that’s your decision I guess.”

Apparently me saying no to this wedding was the last straw for them, because they’re always asking me to do things I can’t afford and they don’t seem to understand why I can’t despite me telling them every time that I am poor. So now I’m the bad person because I’m totally being poor and “holding myself back” on purpose.

If they want to burn this bridge they can fuck right off. I’ve had enough of this shit.

  • Wertheimer [any]@hexbear.net
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    23 days ago

    Best I can do is sail from Venice to Naples in the 17th century and be kidnapped by the Ottomans, in whose custody I become the slave of a man with whom I share a strong physical resemblance, and whom I instruct in Western science and technology, from medicine to astronomy.