Hiding in my room is live!

Hello, testing.

I'm bored, so I thought I'd do a stream.

I thought you were gonna stream once a

week.

Uh, just feeling kind of down.

Whenever I'm feeling kind of down, I get

this urge to stream.

When I'm feeling good,

I just go sleep.

And I sleep pretty well, but there's been

things

irking me.

I thought maybe we could talk about it, if

you know what I mean.

It's a bit late though.

I don't want it to be like last stream and

end up streaming until 2 AM.

I was so tired the next day, I just felt

low energy.

I'll try and keep this one a bit shorter,

so let me know when it's like 1 AM, so I

should probably end it.

Should have started earlier.

Well, I didn't think I was gonna stream,

and then I don't know, things kept eating

away inside of my brain until it got to

the point of,

ah, might as well stream, I guess.

Let it out.

Oh wow, thanks Language Mania.

What's a CZK?

Czech Republic.

Czech Republic guy stole my first

girlfriend.

Stupid prick.

When would I stream in the morning again?

Probably never.

Too busy.

Did you clean the car?

Um, I took it to a petrol station where

they had like a vacuum thing, but it

wasn't very strong, didn't suck very

strong, and only lasted 1 minute and a

half.

So it was— I should have brought my little

vacuum.

The little handheld vacuum I had was much

better.

Now I've got to buy another vacuum.

I had to buy some new tweezers because I

lost my other tweezers, and I had to buy a

new shaver because I lost my other shaver

inside of the car.

I looked everywhere, I couldn't find it.

It's just disappeared.

Those, um, vacuum things at petrol

stations are not very good, are they?

How's homeless life going?

Yeah, it's fine.

I got this recently

so I can have privacy.

It wasn't very good.

It's got little magnets inside of them,

but there's no metal on the inside of the

car, this is all just plastic and glass,

so there's nothing to stick it to.

So what I did was, because they give you 4

of them and I only need 2, I cut the tiny

magnet out of one of them and sellotaped

it.

Look, you probably can't see.

I sellotaped it to the window, and then I

attached the other one to the magnet.

So now I can do whatever I want inside the

car and no one can see what I'm doing,

cuz I might have to sleep somewhere not so

private soon, cuz I'm going to leave this

campsite in a few days cuz I don't want to

be spending £20 a night.

So the plan is I'm going to park up

somewhere And then just put those up and

then sleep.

And then I'm going to get a gym membership

and use the showers there and also use the

gym to exercise.

Am I actually homeless?

I mean, I've got my mum's house,

so not really, I guess.

But if I want to stay in Devon, then yeah,

I'm homeless because I don't have a home

in Devon.

Does it get warm in the car?

It was actually pretty cold last night.

I had to put the heating on for a bit.

Um, I'm just wondering what I'm gonna do

when it actually gets proper cold because

I can't have the car heating on all night.

It's gonna drain the battery too much.

And it's also kind of loud,

so an electric blanket would be nice, but

then I need to get that Jackery thing to

plug it in.

If I get the Jackery— but that depends how

much power I need.

They've got cheaper ones for a couple

hundred, which might be good enough for an

electric blanket.

But they also have more expensive ones for

like £1,000 which could power a microwave,

air fryer.

Don't know if I really— I mean, air fryer

could be nice.

The gas stove is good enough,

but if it's raining I can't use it, can I?

Where do I charge?

I charge at the Tesla Supercharger.

If you charge after 6 PM, it's pretty

cheap.

It's actually

cheap.

It's as cheap as charging at home during

on-peak rates.

So usually at home it's like 28 pence or

30 pence per kilowatt.

If you charge at a Supercharger after 6,

it's 31 pence per kilowatt.

If you charge after 8 PM, I think it's

like 20 pence per kilowatt, which is

actually cheaper than what you get at

home, but obviously not as cheap as 7

pence per kilowatt, which is midnight to 6

AM.

It takes about 40 minutes to charge.

I got told off.

I got told off by this fucking woman at

the Supercharger

because I drove into the car park a little

bit fast.

I wasn't even going that fast, like maybe

15 to 20 miles per hour,

and it was pretty empty in the car park.

And then she followed me and then knocked

my window.

She was like,

And she had this stupid face.

Her face was so fucking stupid.

It was like this angry smirk.

It was like, like angry eyebrows but with

like an annoying smirk on her face at the

same time.

And then she like leaned into the window.

She's like,

I just saw you coming into the car park

driving like a complete idiot.

You were going way too fast and it's

dangerous.

And I was like, okay, sorry.

And then she walked off.

Why, why do these people do this?

Like, what's the point?

Is telling me off gonna change the fact

that I did what I did?

No.

Is it gonna stop me from doing it again in

the future?

Fuck no.

I'm just gonna do it again now, and now

I'm gonna do it more.

Now you pissed me off, I'm gonna do it on

purpose.

So like, what is the point?

Oh, I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind.

What are you trying to accomplish?

You're not gonna change me.

You're not gonna erase what I did.

You just make yourself look like an idiot.

You've got nothing better to do with your

life than scold some random guy sitting in

his car.

It wasn't even that fast.

So, oh no, 15 miles per hour in the car

park.

Literally everyone does that in a car

park.

Yeah, okay, you got like 5 mile per hour

signs in car parks or 10 miles per hour.

No one does it.

Everyone does way more than that.

And who the fuck's going 5 miles per hour?

You could walk quicker than that.

So annoying.

But I keep getting told off in car parks.

What?

I don't care.

Shut up.

You're not going to stop me from doing

what I do.

I'm gonna do it again.

I just don't understand the way these

people think.

It's like, oh, he's done something to

upset me, I'm gonna give him a piece of my

mind.

Wow, congrats.

I hope it made you feel better.

Her face was so annoying.

It was like

You're driving like a complete idiot.

Well, it's your fucking stupid fucking

face.

Oh, so annoying.

You probably said sorry.

Well, yeah,

I just— I want to say the thing that's

gonna get rid of her as quick as possible.

The only way you could de-escalate these

situations and get them to go away is by

just saying, okay, sorry.

I mean, there's not really much else I

could say.

Yeah, I was going a bit fast.

I mean, she's not wrong, I guess.

It's just annoying, isn't it?

It's not really anything smart I could

have said back.

Technically she was right,

but I just— I don't understand why.

I feel like if it was anyone else, they

wouldn't have scolded them, but for some

reason I get scolded all the time like I'm

a kid or something.

It just makes me think, if I was, I don't

know, 50-year-old man or woman

who looked like everyone else, would

people scold me as much as I get scolded?

Like, if I was a 50-year-old granny, fat

with big boobs and like gray curly hair,

would she have come over and scolded me?

I feel like she wouldn't have.

Next time you have to talk back, not shut

up like a kid.

Well, I just don't know what to say.

Well, okay,

I can't— I was going a little bit fast in

the car park

because I was tired and I just want to get

my car charged up.

It's not really much I could have said

back.

Okay, I won't do it again.

And then I did it again instantly as I

exited the car park.

I, I hate people telling me to slow down.

One time I was in this car park and it was

completely empty,

and the business owner saw me come in

And I don't know, I was doing like— I

can't remember.

And then he told me just slow down a bit

on the way out, and I was like, okay.

And then on the way out, I just floored it

anyway.

I was like, fuck you.

It's a completely empty car park with

clear visibility, and it's just a straight

line.

There's zero danger

to anyone.

What's the problem?

Your life would be so much better if you

just followed the rules.

The rules are fucking stupid!

I'm not following rules if they're dumb.

Like, why does the Tesco car park have 2

entrances and 1 exit?

Why don't you just let me exit from

whatever exit I want to exit from?

There's no one there.

I exited from the entrance-only exit

entrance one time, and then this stupid

girl,

woman, like in her 20s or something, saw

me, and then she made all these stupid

faces at me.

Just get on with your life and stop Stop

trying to stop me.

Why has those choices left your life in

the shitter?

What, going out the entrance-only-exit

entrance in the Tesco car park has left my

life in the shitter?

No, it hasn't.

Rules are stupid, and people who follow

every single rule blindly

are annoying.

Goody-two-shoes, rule-following, fucking

annoying.

Oh, you gotta follow the rules of the

road.

Shut the fuck up.

Rules my backside.

You know what I hate?

I hate Coxheath near Maidstone, because to

enter Coxheath they put these stupid

traffic control things like a bollard,

and you've got to give way to people

exiting Coxheath,

and all it does is just create massive

jam, and then you get stuck waiting for

the oncoming traffic to pass because

you've got to give way, and then they've

got this stupid concrete bollard thing.

Same thing in Langley.

God, sometimes I just want to ram into the

fucking thing.

What is the point of it?

Just slows all the traffic down.

They got— oh yeah, there's one in, in

Bearstead as well where you've got like a

ship.

It's like, what's the thing skiers do?

This, the slalom or something.

Where you got to weave in and out the

obstacles.

It's like that.

And then this HGV went down it and was

taking ages trying not to hit it.

I'm super lost.

I've not seen your video since the Japan

wife.

Jesus, it's ages ago.

Right now I'm living in my car in Devon.

Do you ever laugh?

Yeah, I saw this funny Instagram reel the

other day.

You know that economic guy Gary Stevenson?

God, that guy's so annoying.

I found this, um,

Instagram channel that did impersonation

parodies of him.

It was really funny.

It was spot on.

Why do you want to stay in Devon so bad?

Um, I just, uh, I know some people here.

And it's nice to have social interaction.

And I wanted— I wanted to do something

new, see if I could survive living in my

car.

Got kind of bored being at my mum's house.

Being at my mum's house is nice, it's

comfortable, it's easy.

But it feels like being a rat in a cage.

Sometimes you just want to try something

else in life, like go to a different

country, move to a different part of the

country, try a different lifestyle.

People were like, oh, he could have saved

so much money if he just stayed at his

mum's house and didn't go anywhere.

Yeah, if I just stayed at my mum's house

since 2010 for the last 16 years and I

didn't go anywhere, do anything, meet

anyone, I'd be a millionaire, wouldn't I?

But then I wouldn't have had all these

experiences in life.

Get a tent?

No, a tent would be worse because

it would be flimsy, so if it was really

windy, it would blow about, or it'd be

really noisy rustling in the wind.

It would be cold because it's not going to

be as insulated as a car, and the car has

heating

if I really need it.

And the car is super secure.

When it's raining and windy, I don't feel—

I mean, I don't feel a thing because the

car is not going to be flapping about.

So I just, I don't understand why anyone

would sleep in a tent when you could sleep

in the car.

The tent is inferior to the car in every

single way,

unless it's like a really big tent.

Tents— the material for tents is very

flimsy, it's thin.

You gotta get a sleeping bag if it's cold

because it'll be freezing in the tent.

And then you've also got to set it up with

the strings and the pegs.

Imagine I had to set up the tent every

morning— I mean, every night— and then

pack it back in every morning.

And then pack it back out again when I get

back to the field would just be a pain in

the backside, wouldn't it?

I've got a mattress in here, I got

insulation, I've got heating.

Why would I be in a tent?

It's way nicer in the car.

Helps having a bigger car as well, I

guess.

So yeah, I just I don't see the point of

having a tent.

Some people here have tents, but they're

like attached to their caravan things.

Everyone here's got like big caravan, like

an RV.

Makes you wonder why the van life people

have a van.

And they like custom fit it to live in

when you can just get an RV, which would

probably be the same amount of money after

you've retrofitted the van.

Well, well, thanks, Kunji.

Go back to Japan.

I'm never going back to Japan

for one reason and one reason alone.

I don't have any interest in Japanese

women anymore.

The only reason that I was ever going to

Japan was because I had a fetish for

Japanese women.

Now I don't have that fetish at all.

I have zero interest in going to Japan.

And I like driving.

I like having my car.

Yeah, it's just funny when you lose

interest in the women, um, the entire

appeal of the place just disappears with

it.

Oh, hey AJ, how's it going?

I mean, the problem is I am starting to

get a bit annoyed with British people.

What you're talking about?

Uh, just how I've got zero interest in

going back to Japan.

I reckon

I would probably never go back to Japan

ever again in my life.

Norway?

I went to Norway in 2014.

It was boring and expensive and cold.

Which country is the least annoying?

I think Thai people have been the best

people I've ever experienced.

I lived in Thailand for 2 years.

I never had any issues with Thai people.

They're always so friendly and polite,

considerate.

They don't make disgusting spitting sounds

and stuff like in Japan.

Yeah, Thai people are great.

I think it's the whole Buddhist thing.

It makes them very peaceful and loving.

The— you, you know, the problem with

British people is they're obsessed with

getting revenge.

British people have like this thing about

if you wronged them they'll come after

you.

They're obsessed with getting their own

back or getting back at you.

But it's like some kind of weird disease

in this country with the people.

They're so fucking petty.

The people here are so petty.

You do one little thing wrong, they horn

at you.

You go a little bit fast in the car park,

they get some fucking Karen coming over to

you.

I saw you driving in like a complete

idiot.

Fuck you.

Oh wow, thanks, Kuniji.

When is the new adventure?

Now I'm living in my car.

I park a little bit wonky and then some

stupid fucking guy has to give me a piece

of his mind.

The people here are so fucking petty.

Get a fucking life.

Why you gotta scold some random stranger

in a car park?

How miserable is your own life that to get

some kind of release you gotta vent at

some person who irked you when it didn't

even affect you?

Directly.

So petty, people here.

Jesus Christ.

Like, you park in the parent-child parking

spaces

and then you got some fucking person, you

gotta say something.

It's happened twice now.

First is like some guy

passive-aggressively saying, oh, always

one, isn't there?

Yeah, I can fucking hear you.

Why don't you say it to my face?

And then this other woman was like, oh

yeah, you're parking in the child-only

space then.

Shut the fuck up.

How do you know my child isn't in the

supermarket?

Just leave me alone.

Sick and tired of getting

bullied.

I park in the child-only space because

it's closer to the entrance and it's

bigger, and I've got a big fucking car,

so I need— I need the child parking space

more than the fucking child does because

I've got a fucking big Tesla Model Y,

bitch, whilst you're driving your stupid

little shitty Ford Fiesta or whatever.

If I want to fucking park in the

child-only space, fucking park in it.

Maybe if they made more normal parking

spaces and there wasn't like 50 fucking

parent-child parking spaces that are all

empty, then I wouldn't park in it.

Why, why are there so many parent-child

parking spaces

and most of the time there's no one even

in it?

Like, why are parents bringing their

children to the fucking supermarket?

Why aren't the children in school?

Learning.

Fucking parents.

When I was a kid, my mum never brought me

to the supermarket.

Also,

Why, why do,

why do the children need so much space

anyway?

Children are small.

Why do they need such a big parking space?

If anything, I need a bigger parking space

because I'm bigger.

Why don't they have a fat people parking

space so they can get out their car?

Fucking fat people.

Baby carriages are big.

Why are you bringing your baby to the

supermarket?

Leave the baby at home.

I don't know.

God.

Why does the baby have to come to the

supermarket?

What's the baby gonna do?

Help you choose items?

Don't have a babysitter?

Well, that's not my problem, is it?

Oh, so because they can't get a

babysitter, that means I'm not allowed to

park in the parent-child parking space?

Give me a break.

That's a you problem.

I park where the fuck I want,

bitch.

Scold me like I'm a child.

Like, oh, where's your child?

I'll be like, I am the child.

Fuck you.

Scold me like a child, then I get to park

in the child space because I guess I'm the

child then.

Sick and tired of getting bullied on the

roads.

Yeah.

People think they can walk all over me.

I haven't been scolded for using the

disabled toilets though,

yet.

I always use the disabled toilets because

they're bigger and it's got a mirror in

it, like a big mirror.

So I can fix my hair.

Like, why would I use the tiny toilet when

I can use the big toilet and there's no

one in there anyway?

So yeah, I park in child-only space, I use

the disabled toilets.

Can't tell me what to do.

Sure, scold me if you want, but it's not

going to stop me, is it?

You're just wasting your time.

Maybe because they need it.

I need it too.

First come, first serve.

Have you ever seen that red string that

hangs down from the ceiling in a disabled

toilet?

I thought that string was to flush the

toilet.

Instead, it called for help, and I was

like, oh shit, and I quickly ran out.

I didn't know it was a call for help.

I thought it was a flush toilet string.

Now, there's one thing I don't do.

I do not park in the— actually, I did,

but only because there was nowhere else to

park and there wasn't a camera, so I

parked in it.

I mean, most time I wouldn't park in a

disabled place because they got cameras

and I don't want to get fined.

Why am I sitting in the dark?

Because this light is the most powerful

light in my car.

So when you have a baby, you'll

understand.

Well, maybe if women didn't keep leaving

me, I would have a baby, and then I can

park in the parent-child parking space.

So it's not my fault I don't have kids.

If the women didn't keep leaving me,

then maybe I would have a kid.

You know, if I was a woman, I would get

away with everything I do and still have

men simping for me.

But because I'm a man,

I'm not allowed.

I get dumped.

I get dumped for reasons that a man would

never dump a woman for.

If I was a woman, I would never get dumped

for the stuff I do as a guy.

I don't know, maybe because men are more

desperate than women.

When it comes to dating.

And do you know why?

Because as a man, it's fucking hard to get

a girlfriend.

When you're a woman, you go on dating app,

got hundreds of men bombarding you with

attention, you just pick and choose.

As a man, it's fucking hard work trying to

get a girlfriend.

So when you finally get one, you're not

gonna dump her over some stupid fucking

retarded reason.

Are you?

She would have to do some pretty bad stuff

for a guy to dump her.

Pain in the backside having to try and

find a new woman.

There must be a, I don't know, like a

paper done on why women are able to so

easily end a relationship and move on and

walk away than a man can.

Well, there must be like some kind of

science on why very tiny things can be a

deal breaker for women but are fine for a

man.

Why do I stream so late lately?

Because I wasn't actually planning to

stream, but then I got kind of emotional

And then I felt the urge to stream.

And I tend to get emotional when it gets

dark.

When it's bright, I'm feeling pretty good,

you know, watching the sunset.

I see the clouds, having my food, and then

it gets dark and I can't see anything.

And then I get— I don't know.

Like, all my thoughts start coming in my

brain.

One thing I'm quite unhappy about is,

um,

the whole thing about being nice.

I thought I was nice, you know,

but

I think the critics have a point.

Maybe I'm just not very nice.

I kept trying to come up with

counterarguments like,

oh, I did this thing, that was nice.

Oh, I did this thing, that was nice.

But at the end of the day,

the reason why I'm sitting in a field on

my own is because I guess I'm just not

very nice,

and I don't know what to do about it.

I try and be as nice as I can,

but it's not good enough.

Sometimes I feel like I'll just give up

and embrace being not nice,

but then you just confirm— you're just

proving them right.

Like, I do try and be nice,

but it's hard, you know.

And also, it's not just about being nice

to the person you're with.

It's also being nice to others that they

are judging you on.

Like the whole, uh, the whole thing about

Treating the girlfriend well, but then you

treat others badly.

That's a big no-no.

Like, it's just so frustrating.

Be nice for who?

Why does it matter?

It matters because

no one likes me.

They like me at first because they give me

the benefit of the doubt,

but once,

once they see what I'm really like

They don't want to hang out anymore.

Once they know the real me,

they all disappear.

And it hurts, you know.

Yeah, I can get someone to like me by

putting on an act and, and being nice.

But when they see through the act, no one

wants to stick around apart from you guys.

You guys are fucking weird.

You know, my granddad—

I think my mum's right.

I am a lot like my granddad,

my English side granddad.

He drove everyone away.

His family hated him.

Some of his sons didn't even show up to

his funeral.

His wife divorced him.

He ended up spending the rest of his life

alone in that big house that my mum lives

in now, because he was not nice.

He was abusive.

Maybe it's genetic.

You can't fight people on this if

you're stubborn about it and be like, oh

yeah, I'm a dick.

Fuck off then.

Everyone will fuck off, and then you'll

die alone.

Some people are fine with that.

I don't know.

I don't know what to do about it, really.

How do you fix— I don't know how you fix

it.

If I pretend to be nice, that's not good

enough.

If I'm not nice, people leave.

So what do I do?

The fuck am I supposed to do about it

then?

How do I just become nice?

If I'm just myself, people don't like it.

If I put on an act,

they eventually see through it.

I don't know, it's like it's just an

unfixable problem.

I feel, um,

I'm feeling a bit hopeless, like I don't

know how to fix this problem.

I mean, I want to be nice and help people

if I can.

Oh, maybe stop parking in the parent-child

space then.

No, never.

Your pre-YouTube fame persona used to be

nice.

Yeah,

so when I do my nice guy act, people say

that act is similar to how my early videos

were, like 2015.

So during my 2015 era, was that real or

was it fake?

Was that an act before I became confident

enough to drop the act?

I don't know anymore.

I'm having an identity crisis.

I think the way I present myself to people

in real life is similar to my 2015 era.

I don't know if, um,

like, I've always been a dick,

but I was better at hiding it.

And then as I got older— I mean, old

people do get old and then become like

grumpy old people, don't they?

That they stop caring as much and they

just Let their dick out.

I don't know, I don't know what to do

about this problem really.

To be rejected because you're not nice

stings.

So what do I do?

Like, do I just try and prove them wrong

by being nicer?

Do I prove them right and be like, yeah,

I'm a dick, fuck you?

I mean, it's true,

I can be very selfish and self-centered.

My mum said to me recently,

when she told me that the, um, the polyps

results came back with no cancer,

and I said congratulations, she said my

reaction was so different to my sister's

reaction.

Apparently my sister was like, couldn't

sleep, worried,

really relieved.

I mean, I wasn't really worried.

I'm glad.

Obviously, I'm glad it came back with no

cancer.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

It's my reaction to people when they're

going through hardships that upsets them.

When other people are going through loss,

disease,

And then they tell me about it and I'm

like, cool, smiley face.

They don't like that.

Well, I'm so tired of this whole thing,

like, oh, the caring thing and being nice

thing.

So tired of it.

Why can't people just stop having problems

and then I won't have to be put on the

spot?

Why can't people just stop dying and stop

getting sick?

Why is everyone gonna have problems?

I don't have any problems.

When was the last time I had a problem?

You're living in your car?

Yeah, it's not a problem though.

I'm loving it.

I've got freedom.

I'm not tied down by rent

or contracts or obligation.

I don't have to mow my lawn.

You know, that second Devon house was such

a pain in the backside.

It had 2 lawns.

I had to mow the lawn and I got this

battery-powered cordless mower.

Well, first I got a corded mower and it

was annoying because the cord, the cable,

kept getting in the way and it wasn't long

enough.

So then I got a battery mower and then the

battery kept running out when I was

halfway done.

So then I had to buy spare batteries so I

could mow both lawns.

And then it kept raining,

so the grass kept sticking inside of the

mower, and I had to keep scooping lumps of

grass out because it kept getting stuck.

Maintaining a garden was such a pain.

And then I had to keep cleaning the house.

At least when you live in a car there's

not much to clean.

I just get a wet wipe, I wipe the surfaces

down, throw the rubbish out.

Stupid McDonald's staff told me off

because I was putting all my rubbish in

plastic bags and dumping it in the

McDonald's bin.

They told me to stop doing it or I get

fined, so I stopped putting all the

rubbish in plastic bags and I just Chuck

the rubbish out bit by bit.

See, this is why it's so stupid.

So, oh, I'm not allowed to put all my

rubbish in one bag and chuck it in the

bin, but I'm allowed to chuck my rubbish

in the bin bit by bit.

It's the same fucking thing.

But what's the point having bins then if

I'm not allowed to?

What's the whole point of having a bin,

isn't it?

Should I put my rubbish in it?

So, oh no, let's put rubbish in the bins.

And why you got fucking bins?

Fucking McDonald's.

See, this is why so many rules in the

world are so stupid.

You're not supposed to put your house

rubbish in the bins.

Number one, I don't have a house.

It's not house rubbish, it's car rubbish.

Just because it's all put in a one plastic

bag doesn't mean it's house rubbish.

This is why there's so much fly tipping.

No space for a monitor or television.

Um, I've seen people get projectors

and they work pretty well.

Uh, I'm so sick of society, but then at

the same time I'm so sick of being hated

and forced into solitude because

I don't conform to society.

Like an outcast, ostracized.

If it was like a village or communal

society, I would have been kicked out of

the village,

and then I'd have to move to a new

village, and then I'd get kicked out

again.

And then in the end, I'll just be like the

weird crazy man who lives on his own in

the woods.

Shagging a piece of wood.

Don't think you're hated anymore.

By who?

I mean, I don't care about hate— being

hated online.

Being disliked in real life

by people

for very tiny things

like parking in the parent-child space.

The problem is

being liked has a lot of benefits.

Being disliked has a lot of de-benefits.

With no benefits.

Some people are very judgmental, have high

standards,

you know, like SJWs.

I don't know why SJWs care so much about

being a good person and insisting on

others being a good person.

Well, I guess when you're not a good

person, no one likes you.

And when no one likes you,

this is the result.

But then they think they're good people,

but they're probably not.

In their own minds, they're good people.

I don't know.

Some people hold morals and values.

Yeah, lights

out.

Lights on.

I mean, what if you just

What if you're just incapable of being

good?

Then what do you do?

Go to therapy.

I went to therapy.

You know what the therapist said?

She said stop pretending to Be nice and

just be yourself, and there'll be people

out there who accept it.

I thought, I thought the whole point of

doing therapy is they'll help you change.

But all it— all they did was

tell me not to change.

I guess a lot of people have accepted me

for who I am.

Or, or they wanted to be with me enough to

try and make me change,

but then when I refused to change, uh,

they left.

Change your ways or you'll be alone

forever.

I think I've made slight improvements,

like

Um, I don't turn all my relationship drama

into content.

No 20-part video series about why my

relationship sucked.

But that's not really saying much, is it?

People would just say, oh, that's the bare

minimum of what a decent person would do.

What country do I live in now?

The UK.

Nice guys don't tell people they're nice

guys.

I am nice.

Fuck you.

How am I not nice?

You know what's funny?

I was driving today in this neighborhood

and there were a lot of cats.

I saw like 5 cats.

And you know what I did?

I went so slow because I was so scared of

hitting a cat.

I was going like 1 mile per hour.

Oh God, I'll tell you this one thing that

happened.

I don't know if I should tell you.

No, maybe I shouldn't.

Vape's blocking that.

Burning my mouth.

No, it's got nothing to do with the cat.

The result of the Palantir position.

I managed to get out at breakeven.

I sold at $180,

so that was a complete waste of time.

Watched it go down to like -40% and then

back up to 0%, so I didn't lose anything,

but

I didn't make anything either over, what,

6 months of holding it.

I always buy at the wrong time.

I always seem to buy just before it tanks.

Well, I buy, it goes up a bit and I get

excited, and then it mega tanks.

You know what?

Yeah, I already said that.

I was gonna say it's funny.

Wait, did I say it?

Yeah, it's funny, like most YouTubers—

wait, I already said this, didn't I?

They pretend to be nice on camera, then

they're dicks in real life.

I think I already said that, but I do the

opposite.

Streaming so late, you must be really

bored.

Yeah, I am.

I haven't got any meetups lined up.

Oh wait, I just know— I just remembered

Spanish girl messaged me like half an hour

ago.

I guess I'll reply later.

Maybe she wants to meet up.

She suggested we go horse riding, but I

said I wasn't interested.

Maybe I'll take her up on the offer.

I don't really want to ride a horse, to be

honest.

It looks scary

and it's really high up.

I'm a bit scared of horses because they're

so big.

Um,

I haven't suggested, uh, meeting up with

the van girl again yet.

Although I would like to see her van.

I said— she said she doesn't have her van

yet because it's still in MOT.

So I said, oh, where are you living when

you don't have the van then?

She said she lives in a tent.

Where?

Just like in a park or what.

She said she'll give me tips on van life

if I want.

I think I got it sorted pretty much.

Being nice is doing things you wouldn't

normally do because you care about others.

I do that all the time.

I do things I wouldn't normally do all the

time,

like

I usually, um,

it's hard to explain.

I am like a piece of bread that doesn't do

anything on his own or have any specific

interests.

By myself.

Like, a piece of bread is just a piece of

bread.

It's bland, it's got no flavor, it's got

no pizzazz, as the French don't say, I

guess.

But when I'm dating someone

and they have an interest in a specific

kind of thing

Then I end up doing the things they like,

if you know what I mean.

So then I start looking up things they

might like to take them to.

So I'm like the bread, and then they're

the sauce or the filling.

It's hard to explain.

Um, basically I adapt to what my partner's

into.

My point was that that is what I do that I

wouldn't usually do

to adapt to them,

because I mean, I don't really have

anything I really want to do myself.

Because I don't really care about

anything.

Like, if they're into zoos, I'll look up

zoos that we can go to.

If they're into

like ghost stuff, haunted stuff, I'll look

up that stuff for us to go to.

I like doing the things they like doing.

Because I don't really have anything I

want to do, so I might as well do what

they want to do.

Are you gonna go horseback riding?

I don't know.

I mean, if she brings it up again,

why not?

Don't you want to have a passion?

Yeah, I'd love to have a passion,

but I just don't really—

I mean, you can't force yourself to be

passionate about something if you're not.

I thought you only did things to get

cereal.

Well, yeah, I mean, the main thing I want

to do is have cereal.

That's what I want to do.

So I'm like, okay, first we'll do the

thing you want to do, and then can we do

the thing I want to do?

I want to have cereal in a wheat field.

That's where cereal comes from.

The wheat.

I want to get naked in a wheat field in

the night on a warm summer's night.

What's wrong with that?

Daniel's passion was YouTube, but it

failed.

Yeah, I was very passionate about being a

YouTuber, making content, being known.

I chased that hard for like 10 years,

and then I just got fed up.

It didn't go anywhere.

I ran out of ideas.

I'm not creative enough.

I don't have any kind of special talent.

You'd be set for life if you took George

up on his offer and started working for