
When I was 12 years old, I was attending college. I had a scholarship, was studying subjects most adults struggle with, and had what looked like an incredibly promising future ahead of me.
Today, I’m 24, broke, and living with my grandparents.
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When I was 12 years old, I was attending college. I had a scholarship, was studying subjects most adults struggle with, and had what looked like an incredibly promising future ahead of me.
Today, I’m 24, broke, and living with my grandparents.

I’m 25, and it’s hard for me to believe that most people aren’t just naturally better at life than I am.
By 26, it seems like everyone has a girlfriend, a house, a job paying at least $70,000 a year, or at least two out of those three things.
Meanwhile, I take home $37,000 a year, live in a small apartment, and have no girlfriend.

There is a beautiful, almost forgotten art in this world, and it’s called shutting the fuck up.
Not every situation requires your input. Not every disagreement needs your perspective. Sometimes the most intelligent thing you can do is look at something, think, “Well, that’s fucking weird,” and continue eating your sandwich.
But we’ve apparently lost this ability.

Check Out Our New Weekly Game: CEO For A Day – Ned Hardy
A customizable shortcut controller that lets you launch apps, automate repetitive tasks, control your smart home, and streamline your entire workflow with the press of a button. – Amazon
This mouse is worth it if you spend hours at a computer every day, thanks to its ergonomic design, ultra-smooth scrolling, customizable shortcuts, and productivity features that make everyday tasks faster and more comfortable. – Amazon
Photos from a weekend of riots across France – Reuters
The ultra-rich are spending one million dollars a day fighting California’s proposed billionaire tax – The Guardian
Man Sold Everything He Owned and Traveled 2,000 KM to Meet His Dream Woman – She Was AI – Gadget Review
How a driver, a dad and a teacher tried to stop the Oregon school shooter – AP News
The Internet Told Them Owning a Laundromat Was Easy Money. It Was Anything But. – WSJ
TikTok Restores ‘Musk’ Doc Account “After An Error” Resulted In Suspension – Deadline
26 Memes Because Life Is Short but Monday Is Somehow 47 Hours Long – Ned Hardy
David vs Goliath Fight – Reddit
After Arguing About Trump, a Texas Man Killed His Daughter. Her Mother Is Seeking Justice. – Texas Monthly
How Pete Hegseth’s Plan for a Reality-TV Execution Imploded – The Atlantic
The Last Place in the World Where Afghan Girls Can Go to Learn – Marie Claire
I Went to Metallica at the Sphere and All I Got Was My Mind Blown – Spin Magazine


There are few pleasures in life more satisfying than watching an entire industry of self-important assholes discover that nobody actually needs them.
And right now, sneaker resellers are getting a long-overdue introduction to that reality.
For years, these guys operated under the belief that buying a $180 pair of Jordans and immediately listing them for $600 constituted entrepreneurship. They weren’t selling shoes. They were “building businesses.” They weren’t hoarding inventory in their childhood bedrooms. They were “managing assets.”
Every dipshit with a sneaker bot and a Shopify account suddenly thought he was Warren Buffett with a ring light.
And the worst part? For a while, it actually worked.

Imagine you’re given the opportunity to see your exact net worth at age 65.
You’ll know precisely how much money you’ll have—whether you’re a multimillionaire, comfortably retired, barely scraping by, or completely broke.
But there’s a catch.
Whatever number you see is set in stone. Nothing you do between now and then can change it.
You won’t know how you got there, what decisions you made, or what happened along the way.
And once you’ve seen that number, you can’t unsee it.

I’m currently seeing a woman about once or twice a week, and there’s something that’s starting to bother me. She never offers to pay for anything.
Whenever we go out and the bill comes, she just seems to expect me to cover it every single time. She doesn’t even make the gesture of offering to split the bill or pick up the check.

Bedbugs are creatures straight from hell. Not because they’re particularly dangerous, but because of what they do to your life. They turn your bedroom into a place you dread entering, rob you of your sleep, and make you question every little sensation on your skin. Getting rid of them can be an expensive, exhausting nightmare that can drag on for months.
The worst part? You can do absolutely nothing wrong and still end up with them.