Here’s the link to the Reddit post.
I hear ya. Ever since I started hustling online, I realized that true happiness is a state of mind, and there’s no place I’d rather be than my own small boring hometown. 🤩
When my brother-in-law refused to help me settle in France, I thought I was going to feel a depressing kind of rejection, but in truth, I felt relieved, because first, I don’t even like France at all (sour grapes, my ass!), and I thought I was going to be his cash cow, since I’m an IT expert with 16 years of experience. With his shady entrepreneurial skills, and my IT skills, we would’ve been unstoppable, but he knows I’m a moody rebellious unpredictable guy, so he wouldn’t risk helping me THAT much, no matter how much money I could’ve made him. Truth is, it was kind of a bet between me, and some family members. In the end, I won the bet, because I knew he would refuse to help.
Almost every single person that I meet, regardless of their nationality, ends up telling me something like, “You don’t belong in Morocco. You would do great in insert-Western-country-name-here.” Maybe my flawless American accent gives people the impression that I’m desperate for a green card, which is ironic, since I helped a couple of friends submit their application to the green card lottery program, but I’ve never personally submitted my own. I’m too lazy to deal with any kind of bureaucratic bullshit that I actually took the national exam with a student ID, because I was too lazy to apply for a national ID. 😂 One of the supervisors jokingly said to me, “Oh, no ID, so you’re still a minor, huh?” I had a big-ass beard at the time, and I was 2 years older than my classmates, so I obviously chuckled when she said that. 😂 Heck, I haven’t even renewed my passport yet, and why would I? The last time I went to Ceuta, Spain, was 4 years ago, if memory serves, and it was my friend’s idea. I have one stamp on the passport even though I’ve been to Ceuta at least 4 times, which goes to show my deep hatred for anything bureaucracy-and-paperwork-related. So by the government’s logic, I’m still in Ceuta, and with an expired passport. 😂 While people were waiting to get that fucking stamp, I’d just go straight ahead, and the Moroccan officer’s like, “These guys are like family! Let them through!” 😂 If I were a superstitious person, I’d blame my Illuminati hat. 😂
To be fair, not everyone feels that desperate need to adapt to living abroad. Take my mother, for instance. She hated the super cold depressing French weather, and the tasteless food regardless of her legendary culinary skills. She told me that no matter how much spice she would add to the food, it tasted bland as fuck. She just couldn’t wait to get back home.
While I was looking for something George Carlin said, I found a more suitable quote that says, “You are only a poor person if you’re not happy with what you have.”