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a small writing from someones twitter

in response to the article of white exclusion this is interesting

My story:
I grew up poor in the rural south and went to arguably the best undergraduate university in the world on the basis of straight A’s and near-perfect SAT’s. I studied analytic philosophy, the most difficult discipline I could find there. I made the mistake of going to grad school afterwards and lost some precious years; I graduated into the woke era. I never got a real job offer after that.

I struggled along, scratching out a meager living as a low stakes online poker player. On my wedding day I had 900 dollars in my bank account.

With the benefit of $10k from my father in law, my wife and I were able to bootstrap a small business in which my intelligence and creativity could finally be put to use. I’m so grateful to her for seeing my potential and working by my side.

I love my life, but I also believe that my path was distorted. Suddenly the world changed, and my contributions to it were not welcome. I’m extremely lucky today not to be an addict or the manager of a Panda Express location.

When I look at my brilliant brother, or at my brother in law, or at the other white men of my generation, they are all operating far below their potential. They all hit barriers, and their gifts to the world were never accepted, because of who they are. I am full of rage on their behalf.

-chicken farmer twitter

now i would not say that i am as intellectually gifted as this person - by any means. former weed smoker. former fetty user. alcoholic.

but this theme of seeing my peers not live to the potential there is a theme

and them become like high stakes gamblers is something i can relate to in the being of my soul - the ups and downs of getting out and carving some identity for myself and the stigma that is placed with it

but i never really felt there was another path and it couldn’t be investing had to be some hardcore (options trading) because to be mediocre is to accept my fate in the long house that many millennial whites like myself have been nudged too

im feeling a generational run to fly over the coo coos nest to- make a fucking break for it the long house is made of fucking twigs it is a psychological prison

im planning my escape