For a long time, I’ve been following the blog of a lady aiming at FIRE – financial independence, retire early. A few years ago she reached her goal, quit her job, and she and her ‘partner’ (no kids) now wander the world doing whatever they want on about $23k per year.
Her blog used to be quite engaging, with various discussions on personal finance issues that I found interesting. Once she retired, it became this:
We lived here. We ate this. I read these (romance/gay/race hustling) books. I played these computer games and here are my reviews and tips. I overspent my budget by 0.5%. This is how my investments are performing. I got my nails done. I did some paperwork for a visa. Here’s my sleep graph. Here’s a list of animals I saw. This is my emotions report.
I always knew she was like that but looking at it now, it’s clear she’s also autistic. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
I object to these posts on a narrative level. If her story had ended upon reaching her FIRE amount, disappearing into the sunset with her ‘partner’ as stringed instruments soar, fine. To see the story continue after achieving her goal is like a romantic comedy where the last half hour is the couple fifteen years later, having a tedious argument about the toothpaste cap.
The story was meant to end there, or move on to some new narrative (challenge or problem facing the protagonist). To just read nonsense books, play stupid games, then post boring blog posts about that stupid nonsense is like a mini-death. A person without a narrative is spiritually dead.
You might say, just stop reading the blog if it bothers you so much. Dear reader, I unfollowed years ago. However, I keep creeping back to it, like a dog to its vomit. I can’t look away. Every six months or so something reminds me of her, I go see how she’s doing, and absolutely nothing has changed.
It would be easier for her to completely revamp her entire lifestyle than for me to stop checking her blog, so that is what ought to happen.
I also once reported on a man who achieved FIRE and spent most of his time reading, but after a few years his wife got bored and suggested they start working again. He said you can if you want but I’m good. She said she’d feel uncomfortable working while he’s sitting at home doing nothing.
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