Happy New Year!

膩I嶮薤篝爰曷樔黎㌢´　　｀ⅷ
艇艀裲f睚鳫巓襴骸　　　　贒憊
殪幢緻I翰儂樔黎夢'”　 　 ,ｨ傾
盥皋袍i耘蚌紕偸′　　　 雫寬I
悗f篝嚠篩i縒縡齢　　 　 Ⅷ辨f
輯駲f迯瓲i軌帶′　　　　　`守I厖孩
幢儂儼巓襴緲′　 　 　 　 　 `守枢i磬廛
嚠篩I縒縡夢'´　　　 　 　 　 　 　 `守峽f
蚌紕襴緲′　　　　　　　　　　　　　‘守畝
f瓲軌揄′　　　　　　　　　　　　　,gf毯綴
鳫襴鑿緲　　　　　　　　　　 　 　 奪寔f厦
絨緲′　　　　　　 　 　 　 　　　　 　 ”'罨悳
巓緲′　　　　　　 　 　 　 　 　 　 綴〟 ”'罨椁
巓登嶮 薤篝㎜㎜ g　 　 緲　 　 甯體i爺綴｡, ”'罨琥
I軌襴暹 甯幗緲fi'　　 緲',纜　　贒i綟碕碚爺綴｡ ”'罨皴
巓襴驫 霤I緲緲　　 纜穐　　甯絛跨飩i髢綴馳爺綴｡`'等誄

Resorting to cliched namecalling has no effect on the contemporary NEET. We are economic auto-didacts, self-taught philosophers and gifted visionaries. While others waste their life labouring under the orders of those who see only material cost in life, we pursue leisure above all else, knowing as we do that leisure and time to oneself is the basis of genius. Despite many people disliking the culture and society they help maintain through their work, and despite understanding now that we have only a single life on earth and that any meaning we attribute to it as the result of self-willed or socially-inculcated ideologies. they continue to wake early and trudge to their jobs for one single reason: Guilt.

Throughout time religions have taken advantage of Man's guilt. a guilt experienced for no logical reason except that he unlike other animals is a self-aware being whose abstract thoughts conflict with the apparently practical, rational reality he finds himself a part of. We post-guilt NEETs will not bow to internal or external pressures encouraging us to sacrifice our contentment and sensitive dispositions for the sake of attaining money, or womenfolk.

We alone stand proudly, detached from but keenly observant of the slave masses who yell at us for not being as unhappy as they are. We alone, we band of true men. defend our right to live a dignified life against those wishing to deprive of us of it. Yes you can mock. you can criticize. you can echo the demands your masters make upon you. But who is likely to regret their lives more? The noble and dignified NEETs who spend their truly precious time reading, pondering, philosophizing and engaging in critical, urgent debate online? Or the miserable, resentful masses. their eyes bloated and sagged by excess folds of skin. their hair falling out and their gums bleeding from stress, their bowels destroyed by a sedentary lifestyle spent at their desks clicking endlessly while their boss breaths down their necks? This is reality. This is 2015. We are the future.

what the hell is it.