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はてなキーワード: Fireとは
なんだかすごい辛くて、これを言葉にしたくなった。 読みにくいだろうけど吐き出させてほしい。
俺は去年あたりから絵を描き始めて、就活とか単位とか、やらなくちゃいけないことが一杯あるんだけど、いままでゲームばっかりだった人生のなかではじめて熱中できるものを見つけた気がして頑張ってる。
そんで絵がうまくなりたくていろいろ本を探すわけなんだけれども、どれも値段が1冊2000円超えててほしいやつ全部買うなんて夢のまた夢だった
まあ内容的に2000円は安いんだろうけど、バイトもそこそこしかしてない大学生で、ちょっと買うのは難しかった。
でもいろいろ見てたら100円で表紙の絵が可愛い教本があって、どんなもんだと思って試し読みしてみたらさ、平成のサイトみたいな雰囲気を纏ってて、MSゴシック（多分）で400ページ以上書かれてて
今の時代絵で食っていける人たちはyoutubeに進出したり、添削プラン的な感じでオンラインサロンでの収入を得てる人も結構いるなか（もちろんそれが悪いわけではない、金がないので見るだけだが参考にしている）本当に熱意と善意で共有してくれてるんだな、って感じがしてさ、すごい報われて欲しいなって思ったらどんどん心が辛くなっちゃった。
結局何をするにもお金が必要な世界だから、せめて本業が順調とか、もうFIREしてるとかだったらいくらか心休まるんだけど、本当に、本当に報われて欲しい。こう思うことってなんか名前ついてたりするんだろうか？
哀れみとか、そういうのじゃないといいけど。 俺ってなんか誇大妄想する癖があるから、就活で絵と全然関係ない道に進んでも絵を頑張って、いつか恩返しできたらなとか考えてる。
なんかよくわかんない文になっちゃったな、どうでもいいけどAIの0円グラビアみたいなの引っかかってめちゃくちゃめんどくさい。 まあこの本と出会えたのでよしとしよう
9.6万円。
75平米あるので一人で住むには広すぎるかも。
ヨーグルトを食べたり食べなかったり。
コロナ以降、そういう場に赴く意義が感じられず、ことごとくスルー。
スーパーでの値引きは気にする、まとめ買いはしない。
超稀にセレクトショップ。
リアル銀行は電話営業がうざいので、ネット銀行のみに切り替えた。
次の大恐慌が来たら、大いに投資率を増やして、FIREしたい。
気が向いたらレンタカーでぷらっと出かける。
数年に一回は海外も行くけど、コロナ以降は欧米高すぎて、アジアのみ。
車は持ってないです。
将来が不安なので、年300～400万は貯蓄、投資に回しています。
億り人とかFIREとか言ってるけど「ワイの夢」からすると全然足りんわ。
如何にジャップの大資産家様でも、こんなのに「金を入れる！」なんて言ったらパパやママやジジババに首が380度（ガッツ語録）ぶん回されるぐらい殴られるよね。
開発期間5年でもお冠だよね。年２億づつ。発売後のリターンの見込み20～40％ぐらいの上に「宣伝費は別だから！」って言ってまた380度ぐらいぶん回される。
直訳版
A long time ago, in a certain country, there was a bastard named Cinderella. The reason why she is called Cinderella is because she sprinkled her own ashes on her own head at her mother's funeral, which led to her being called the ash-coverer, which is why her real name is Cinderella. I lost
The husband who lost his wife was also a bastard, and the day after the funeral he cheated on a woman three years younger than him, had sex with her, and even got married.
I have decided. Then, to her Cinderella
She now has an older sister and a younger sister who are not related by blood.
Her sister was a bitch too, she came to Cinderella's house
After a few days, she thought, ``Wouldn't it be more convenient to have an outbuilding?'' and cut down Cinderella's mother's grave in her garden and the hundreds of years old tree that was next to her grave, and built an outbuilding. We forced construction.
One day, the bastard's family receives news of a ball from the castle. But before Cinderella could read it, her sister broke the news and said, ``There's no way you can go.'' Cinderella didn't seem to have any intention of going either, saying, ``I had no intention of going in the first place.I'd rather go to hell.''
Then, on the day her mother was admitted to the hospital to give birth, her sister went to the ball. In the garden, the construction of an outbuilding was progressing as usual.
“Let’s light a fire here and make a bonfire.”
She thought about that, but Cinderella stopped her. Suddenly, a witch appeared
``Cinderella, why aren't you going to the ball?'' asked the witch.
"What's the point of telling Teme?"
Cinderella returned with an ax in her hand
Then, for some reason, Cinderella was wrapped in a jewel-like dress.
"If you don't go to the ball, that dress will kill you. Now go."
Cinderella doesn't want to die in a place like this, so she reluctantly decides to go to the castle.
In the castle, some asshole like her sister was looking for a one-night stand and was dancing wildly. No one really praised others, and in their hearts they all seemed to think that they were the center of the world.
Cinderella didn't dance, but killed her time by smoking a cigarette at the end of her room. There, she was approached by a man wearing formal clothes that were flashier and more expensive than anyone else, and said to her, ``Miss, won't you dance?''
She is Cinderella with a cigarette in her mouth
She said, ``I only dance with the Grim Reaper and bad luck.''
she answered. For some reason, the man fell in love with her at first sight, and she said, ``Let's have some fun in the other room.Here, come.'' She tried to force Cinderella to take her to another room in the castle. However, Cinderella pressed the cigarette she was holding into her hand.
"Her hand slipped," she laughed.
When she pressed the cigarette, the sound in her voice was so pitiful that no one tried to get close to him or dance with him. Of course, no one even knows that such a pitiful man is the prince who owns this castle.
Eventually, she had enough, Cinderella threw her shoes on her stairs and went back to her house in her bare feet. Her shoes were made of glass, so they shattered into pieces.
The next day, while her servant was cleaning the castle, she found one shoe on the stairs. Obviously thinking this was strange, she secretly examined her shoes and discovered that they had been smeared with a deadly amount of poison.
Rumors spread within the castle that this must be an attempt to kill the prince, and soon a large-scale investigation was conducted. Even though it's a survey, it's simple.
The idea was to create a replica of a shoe and imprison the person who matched it perfectly as a suspect.
And one after another, people were imprisoned just because of their size. Some of them had not been to the ball, but they thought it must be a lie and were forcibly taken away.
Eventually, an investigation came to Cinderella's house. That's when we all looked at her mother and child after she was discharged from the hospital, and of course her sister didn't fit.
So all that was left was Cinderella. Then, her sister said to Cinderella, ``Hell suits you better than this world.''
She was of course the perfect size for Cinderella.
However, she protested her innocence, saying that I hadn't gone to the ball and there was no dress anywhere in the house to prove it.
However, the prince showed him an empty pack of cigarettes that had been discarded in a trash can and said, ``This is the same brand that the criminal was smoking that time.Why?''
I unbuttoned all the buttons on her jacket.
She said, ``After all, I feel like dancing with the Grim Reaper. Right, little prince?'' she said.
By the time the princes realized it, it was already too late.
The grenade that fell at his feet blew up Cinderella and the prince.
The time was around noon. Bells rang throughout the city and residents prayed for lunch.
The flying fragments of the shoe became a weapon, a sad fragment that could only hurt someone, and no one could imagine its original form.
end
働くのが嫌いで専業主婦を条件に31歳のとき43歳の夫と結婚。
結婚式費用、マンション費、生活費はすべて夫持ち。高学歴高収入言うことなし。
子供がすべて、私は二の次、絶対に認めてくれず、寝不足で子育てしてても専業主婦だからと下に見られてた。
失礼な言い方も然り結構傷ついてその傷は忘れられない。
夫のガンが再発してあと5年生きられないことがわかり、何がなんでも資格とって仕事復帰した。
みんな私を不思議がったし、働き始めたら悪い噂もたった。
これで亡くなったって知られたら可哀想な夫婦、専業主婦のツケ とか色々言われそうだと思った。
株クラでうまくいったらいいのに。
自由に生きたいよ。
俺が考える理想のおじさん像
・清潔感がある
・自慢しない
・顔から滲み出る威厳
・でも優しい
・たまに奢ってくれる
・相談に乗ってくれる
・それなりに仕事ができる
・リーダーシップがある
・いざという時女性を守る
・結婚している
・子供もいる
・育児に熱心
・家族サービスを怠らない
・もちろん家事も率先してやる
・キレイ好き
・料理も好き
・甘いもの好き
・スイーツ作りが得意
・流行に敏感
・散髪は行きつけの美容院
・車持ち
・マイホーム持ち
・浮気はしない、当たり前
・奥さん大好き
・漫画も大好き
・たまにコスプレしてバズってる
・差別発言しない
・間違いを犯したら認めてすぐ謝る
・親父ギャグを言わない
・ケチ臭くない
・お酒に強いがそんなに飲まない
・細マッチョ
・背は175cm
他にある？
