I saw a guy comment on this image once. He talked about how he’d hit absolute rock bottom at one point in his life, but managed to claw his way back up and get a job that let him get an apartment. Most people see this image as a huge failure, but he explained that in his case getting that bare apartment with an air mattress was a huge step for him towards a better quality of life.
TBH, this is true of me as well (maybe not to the same degree as the person you were talking about, but I can relate to it is my point). I was living with my mom until last December, and from the time that I graduated high school until I was about 28-29, I had always been either long-term unemployed, underemployed, & working for minimum wage.
My apartment looked pretty similar to this (and tbh is still pretty sparse, although now I have an actual bed), when I first moved into it.
id much rather live in the Barren Cave than in the not-quite-hoarder conditions I grew up in. I look at that picture and I see a cozy place where there’s room to do stuff if you feel like it
I kind of romanticize the Japanese homes where everything packs in to wall storage spaces and you pull out different furniture for whatever you’re doing at the time then put it away when you’re done. My neurospicy conditions make keeping my space clean very difficult, so that kind of clean, structured space is very appealing.
What’s wrong with that? The person has nothing so they started with the essentials, tho I don’t think a TV should be a priority.
This is a better example of someone starting a home with the essentials first:
nothing wrong with the room itself but its that cryptobros think this is peak sigma living to become a billionaire.
I want to say I saw comment somewhere where someone said that after years of having nothing they finally had a paycheck that would cover their expenses and have some money left over so they bought a TV and a game console. Like they had the bottom of the Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs pyramid covered for the first time in a long time, so they used the surplus they had for something that would provide them entertainment and relaxation they hadn’t previously been able to enjoy.
I love my brother and his wife, but their house is stuffed. There’s barely any floor surface that doesn’t have furniture. The non-kitchen furniture that’s made for sitting on has throw pillows on top of throw pillows on top of throw pillows, and the non-kitchen furniture that’s not made to sit on is loaded with photo frames and/or lamps. The walls are covered in art and framed photos. I walk in to their house and immediate claustrophobia sets in. The queen-sized bed in the guest room had (last time I visited) two sheet blankets, four comforters, and six pillows.
At least they keep the place clean. It’s not a hoarder house. Just filled with so fucking many things.
A: Hi, I’m a monk.
B: Interesting, I’ve never met a monk before. Benedictine? Cistercian? Buddhist?
A: Crypto.
