The Buckinchere Transcendence

Tag: Finding Your Niche

  • Nobody wants to work anymore??

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Apr 6, 2025

    I have come to find that in recent years, employers often complain that people don’t want to work anymore. The first time that I heard them complain was during the Covid pandemic of 2020 that created a labor shortage on a massive scale.

    People returned to work the following year, hoping that things would be different, but were only met with more disrespect than ever before. They were now puzzled as to what happened.

    We were all kind of hoping that the pandemic would humble our employers somewhat, and that they were calling us to return to work with a different approach in mind. But the opposite was proven to be true as greed and corruption was at an all time high.

    Now there seems to be a mass exodus as people are walking off these jobs left and right. Employers are once again complaining that people don’t want to work anymore.

    Only now, with the pandemic out the way, they make it sound like people don’t want to work because they are lazy. But are the people truly lazy? Funny how employers neglect to tell you about the part that they played in the mass exodus.

    There was a time in America when the 40 hour work week was sustainable. In 1982, a guy could work 40 hours a week in a factory or warehouse, or as a mailman, and was able to afford a car and a house in the suburbs with a nicely manicured lawn, and a white picket fence.

    He had a tradcon wife who could afford to stay home and bake pies all day, a couple of kids and a dog. He was able to live the American dream solely off his factory salary with a few extra perks, and then retire comfortably after thirty years with a lifelong pension. It was fucking beautiful.

    Not only that, but on a more social level people were generally more decent and respectful despite basic human shortcomings.

    Fast forward to 2025, and it’s damn near impossible to buy a house, the rent is through the roof, minimum wage is higher than ever before but inflation quickly wipes it out all the same.

    On a more antisocial level, people are stupid and racist, and one is literally punished for even daring to believe that they are allowed to live a half-decent quality of life. Employees are treated like expendable cattle, surveillance is gradually chipping away at your rights to privacy, and some of the absolute most despicable people on the planet seem to hold all the cards.

    This new system is more oligarchal, the former was capitalism. That is the kind of paradigm shift that occurs whenever one’s culture is infiltrated by an enemy. This is nothing new. It has happened time and again throughout all of history, but now is America’s turn.

    For 18 years, I have been living in the very spot where the United States was once located, and I want to find my way back to the United States. Now we can either live in a cabin in the woods, and live like it’s 1982, or we can learn as much as we possibly can about this “brave” new world and find a way to make it work somehow.

    I believe that people are inherently innovative. Once you become truly motivated and you are in the mode, it is next to impossible to be lazy. It often gets to where people have to literally beg you to take a break, or go to bed for the night.

    People have to literally drag you to the dinner table and spoon feed you at that point. Once you get to that level, laziness takes on a whole new meaning because neglecting your physical upkeep is also a form of laziness.

    It isn’t that people don’t want to work, they just don’t want to be abused by a blasted bunch of ingrates who themselves are lazy. If push comes to shove, they would rather live in their damned cars before they swallow another ounce of disrespect.

    Why were they even begging us to return to work if they neither value, nor appreciate us? We are tired of being abused. We want to work, but not for other people. We want to work for ourselves.

    We don’t want change, we want things to be different. Because if you say you want change, don’t get upset when the man tosses some literal change in your direction. What may be a small fortune to you is only a tax write-off for him.

    We want to earn an honest living instead of feeling peer pressured into playing office politics and sick mind games with a bunch of stupid fakes all day. Imagine a work day where all you literally had to do was show up on time, clock in, do your job, get paid a sustainable wage and bounce.

    When last I checked, it was much later than June 19, 1865, but it has become painfully obvious to me that they are attempting to sneak slavery in through the back door by means of oligarchism.

    Only this time, it’s not just the black man who will be enslaved, but members of every race who don’t achieve financial freedom up until a certain deadline that is set to occur in the not so distant future.

    But it is our responsibility to do some soul searching in order to discover our respective niche, and then create a successful business around that niche. Or did you truly believe that nature formed our bodies just for them to be broken by a greedy, sadistic bunch of pigs, all in the name of profit?

    We were all born with one unique gift, or another. The problem is that most people tend to neglect their gift, often due to a misguided sense of envy towards another person’s gift.

    As such, they end up being stuck competing in the deadly rat race for scarce benefit and spoils where they are surrounded by a bunch of rat bastards, a difficult cycle to break free from.

    When people think about creativity, they instantly assume that it means they will become famous, and not everyone wants to be famous. Some people truly cannot handle fame. But what they fail to realize is that their gift doesn’t necessarily have to be an Oscar worthy talent.

    Perhaps you have liked baking, or interior decorating since childhood. Perhaps you have always liked carving shapes into wood, doing so comes naturally for you. And so you practice everyday a little at a time, not realizing that it will make you a truly legendary carpenter someday.

    Practicing your gift may not grant you A list level fame, but you will nonetheless be famous and highly sought after in some niche circles. Whatever may be, as the saying goes; if you don’t work on your own dreams, someone else will hire you to work on theirs. And while you are working overnight, holidays and weekends for time and a half, they are on a yacht with their girlfriends (or yours), sipping champagne and living the soft life laughing at you.

    If doing some soul searching to discover your niche is your ticket to financial freedom, wouldn’t you take it? Imagine living a soft life of your own where your financial security is not contingent upon pretending to like the people who utterly despise you.

    Finally, let me close by reiterating the question that is the title of this article — is it true that nobody wants to work anymore? The answer is an astounding no. People do want to work, just not for any of you.

    Until next time, adieu.

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  • Weaponized Nostalgia: The dangers of returning to old towns, jobs and relationships

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Feb 2, 2025

    Welcome back to The Buckinchere Transcendence. Today is Sunday, February 2, 2025, my first article for 2025. I hope you all have had a restful and recuperative solstice, as did I. With that in mind, now is the time to get back on your purpose.

    2025 is the year to honor your passions, whatever they may be. My personal goal for this year is to continue discussing existential ideas, especially as it pertains to social interactions within society, but with an added feature.

    I will also be incorporating a monthly review of novels, short stories and other forms of creativity. The review will be posted on the last Sunday of each month, and I hope you all will thoroughly enjoy it. Now, on to the topic at hand.

    Nostalgia is tempting. You leave your childhood hometown behind, along with all of its familiarities, and venture out into the world at large in pursuit of finding your purpose. At first, it’s really rough to get a leg in the door, but after a while, you kind of get the hang of it.

    Your secret haters are exposed, you make friends along the way, and in the process of all these happenings, you finally figure out who you really are on an individual level, and you also discover your niche.

    You have an awesome job in tech, a cool new ride, a swanky new pad, a hot new girlfriend, and more cash lying around than you thought was ever possible to see during a single lifetime, or so it feels to you based on where you are coming from. Things are going really great for you right now. As we say in Jamaica, “life finally ‘gree wid yuh.”

    After many years of hard work and discipline, you finally get a holiday weekend and decide to drive back to your hometown, just to visit your folks and see how everybody is doing.

    It’s been so long since you have last seen the folks back home, “I bet they’d be really glad to finally see me again after all this time,” you think to yourself while packing your suitcase. “And I bet they’d be proud to learn of my accomplishments.” Ah yes, nostalgia is tempting, isn’t it?

    You load up the car, pack some snacks for the long trip ahead, and drive six hours and three states away from your current city. When you get there, everybody is all smiles at first. Old grudges seem to be forgotten, and everybody seems really happy to see you again.

    Of course they are! It’s only the first night. But don’t worry, the honeymoon will be over by morning, and even if old grudges really are forgotten, a new one is brewing under the surface, one that is deeper than you could ever imagine.

    You suddenly find yourself constantly at odds with them. You are constantly walking on eggshells, unable to appease them, and they are constantly taunting you with it. You know it’s not really about the way you hold your fork to eat. But what did you do? You’ve only been back for one night after years of absence.

    “Was it something I said? Is it because I missed Thanksgiving last year?” You wonder to yourself. Perplexed, you decide to visit some of your old high school buddies, hoping they’d be different, but everybody and their brother is throwing shade your way. You finally decide to visit your ex, and she’s the worst of them all. Nostalgia may be tempting, but isn’t so sweet after all, is it?

    You’re puzzled as to why everyone is acting so strange, but it’s only after you return to your new life that you are actually able to view what happened through an objective lens. You have a moment of epiphany when it finally dawns on you that maybe, just maybe, it really is the suit and the car after all.

    You can’t believe it! How could they all be so shallow? I mean, after all, it’s just a material possession that you cannot take with you to your grave. Perhaps you didn’t know them as well as you thought you did.

    Because if you did, then you would know that the folks back home are nothing more than some lowbrow normies who are just out to defend the status quo of their little community, and they wouldn’t mind sacrificing you in the process if it means that they can cover their tracks.

    I know you may be tempted to overthink it, but don’t. There’s nothing that you could have done differently. They are what they are, and you just didn’t know any better, that’s not your fault.

    What is your fault is if you know the truth and keep going back and revisiting old situations from your former life that no longer serve you. Be it old towns, old friends, old jobs, or old relationships.

    The reason why they were all acting so strange is because they envy you for rising above their measure of your worth, and also for surpassing them. They should have been focusing on their own self-improvement instead of slandering your name all over town, but they didn’t. Your success exposes them by comparison, and that was when they all collectively made up their minds.

    You see, they knew that it wouldn’t be too long before you started growing nostalgic, that you started longing for the comforting lies of the past, and that is exactly what they were all banking on.

    Unfortunately, you unknowingly fell right for their little trap, and they were able to regain access to you much too easily. They made you come to them of your own free will. How much easier does it get?

    With that access, they were able to shame and guilt you for your new life, and your new self. The goal was to make you grow to hate your life, to make you dumb yourself down to a state that is more palatable for their taste, whether or not they were conscious of it, and nine times out of ten, they knew exactly what they were doing.

    The advent of social media doesn’t really help matters much, because it creates a world where privacy concerns are consistently diminished.

    “But that doesn’t make any sense,” you may be wondering. Oh, but it makes perfect sense. “Well, don’t most families usually chastise the underachiever?” No, that only happens on television, with very few exceptions in real life.

    Most families and communities consist of normies who themselves are underachievers. Wouldn’t it make perfect sense for eccentrics to chastise underachievers while normies chastise overachievers?

    Your biggest problem is that you didn’t know who you really are. If you knew, you wouldn’t have accepted certain jobs in the past, nor would you remain in certain relationships and friend groups, taking abuse from others.

    If you knew who you are, you would easily be able to see how the folks back home really are by contrast, and by default, weaponized nostalgia would have no effect on you.

    I get it! For much of your life so far, you genuinely thought you were one of them. They even had you acting and thinking like them. But even then, they knew you were different, they just didn’t want you to know. So they proceeded to gaslight you, then sat back watching as you tried to impress them, knowing that you don’t know the truth about yourself.

    They were hoping it would be that way forever. But you unwittingly exposed them for what they are when you continued to evolve regardless, and their fragile egos simply couldn’t handle that.

    You gave them the benefit of the doubt, due to your benevolent nature, but they are not the same as you are, they operate from a  place of group think. They understand that one of you simply does not fit, and they respect the law of compatibility, to which they actually have a point in that regard.

    Those of us who are talented should do the same, find others who are eccentric and like-minded, and stick together. Form an impermeable shield, build a kingdom, and kick anybody out who doesn’t belong there. You were born to stand out.

    The more you ascend into your new life, the more you will strip away the hard, protective outer shell, which is your ego, and become more of who you really are. This will happen naturally, and without thought.

    The first step ahead is to divest from dereliction. Every time after that when you are reminded of who you used to be, and who you allowed to be around you, sweet nostalgia will turn into an intense urge to purge your guts. Or you might just smile and shake your head, depending on your personality. But no matter what you do, never return to old towns, jobs and relationships.

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