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Always Have a Job | Theo Von

Theo Von Clips | January 3, 2026

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  1. @ak96American

    January 3, 2026 at 12:09 pm

    Absolutely…dont get down on youself if youre stuck in between… You gotta keep the resume up to date and always look…indeed app, make a profile and get that email notification set updo some searches and keep looking and have back ups if need be ..also dont think youre above any work.

  2. @TheOneArmadillo

    January 3, 2026 at 12:09 pm

    The world has changed and is changing faster and faster. There's no nothing to gain from advice. Find out what's sincere in you. We'll always keep making mistakes and learn from these.
    This aint no advice and I guess I just don't know.

  3. @Tormentality

    January 3, 2026 at 12:09 pm

    Depending on your goal, fuck a job. Theo came to SF and then LA with no jobs. Basically he still doesn't have a job, but just gets paid to do his art. Now he calls his art a job and tells others to go be a fucking employee?? Artists telling others to "get a job"? Naw, those are the artists (Theo among the greatest) who inspire us to fuck a job.

  4. @tactical_philanthropy

    January 3, 2026 at 12:09 pm

    I'm gonna quit my job this year.

    I'm already looking for a decent van. And I'll work if I have to pay for something for one or two months, on a damn field somewhere, but I'm not gonna stay anywhere anymore for years working my life away for other people. I'm done. I've been working like an animal all my life. I worked myself up to a good paying job. But I hate every second of my life. And I have lost the person I used to be. I'm bitter. I'm rotten. I'm 35, and I got nothing to show for. I haven't build anything that matters. And my mental health is deteriorating because of this life, this rat race. I've never been without work. But I got nothing from it. My memories consist of me eating and sleeping at home and working somewhere else. Somewhere in there my Dad died, and I wasn't there. I lost a girl that gave me more chances than I deserve. And somewhere else I tried to hang myself twice. Nothing else has happened. And people are f**ng me and have been f***ng me on these shitty, soul-drainig jobs that I've been on for all my life. I'm productive, I do a hell of a job. But I'm treated like a pig. So what the f** am I doing? I'm letting myself get used like a who**re. And I have accepted that that's what I deserve. Actually, even less. I'm gonna be at 40 like this. I'm gonna be at 50 like this. And I don't think I'll make it to 60 like this. I'll get a final rope before that.

    So why should I do that?

    I'm done.

    I'll figure something out once I'll free myself. I'll figure something out. I have lived in thousands of one bedroom apartments. I learned how little I need to feel good. At one point I had 50000€ cash. And I felt nothing.

    I'm ok with ironing my pants with a hot pan. I've done it. And I'm even more ok not ironing them at all. I don't care living like that. I only feel like sh*t once I start running the clock. Enough.

    I wasted so many years.

    I have to save myself now. If I'm still in there somewhere, I gotta try to save that kid. Cause nobody else will.

    The best memories are made when you swirl up dust. Don't get fooled by calm winds, it's a trap. It's a casket. If you're still young, risk something. There is no goal. You'll be dead eventually. Risk something.

    Let me give you a decent guide. Nobody has the answer but let me give you some wood to burn. Two things you have to do. And read closely if you're younger than me. 1. Swirl up fu***ing dust. And the memories from those moments will keep you warm for the rest of your life. But only if you make sure you 2. Don't fall back into a sh**y life. Because this is what nobody ever told me. All your good memories will be eventually drowned out by a bad life that goes on for too long.

    And there isn't a bigger sin in the world than suffocating those good memories. But it happens. You can get to a point where you'll remember that night, or that month or that year, and you won't feel it anymore. You can see it clearly, but it'll be like you weren't even there. Like it didn't happen.

    That's a sin.

    So your job is to make good memories and protect them over anything. Do not. Fu***g do not let anyone or anything take those away from you by sweet-talking you into a "safe life." Protect yourself and protect your memories. Two things. It's easy to remember.

    If it don't feel right, get out. Don't waste time. Get out.

    Good luck.

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