You'll never buy a house. Your job will go away when the AI bubble bursts and you'll have to pay back your UI while you're barely scraping by on gig app freelancing. Your drop ship business will implode, nuking your credit score harder than the AMEX cards you'll never pay off. In good news, for your landlord, your rent is going up. All that can placate you at the moment is Dubai chocolate, labubus and matcha latte. You're going to drop another $35 on poly market, hoping to turn it into the $150 you need in gacha stamina for your AI e-girlfriend, only for her to ghost you again when you ran out of credits. This is 2025.












