u/Jeyna_Calyx

I was on the app for a few months doing translations work. I had 2 orders for $100 total. Then it started slowing down so I eventually became innactive on the app and next thing I know my accounts gets deleted. No explanation in the email, no support ticket, no way to get my money back (it's a lot of money for me, half a month rent in my country). So I don't really know what to do now. The email only said "account reported". I swear I didn't do anything wrong, please what can I do to get my money back/my account back ? Is there anything in the terms and conditions that explains this ?

19 years old punk here.

I've been thinking about this for 6 months. And lurking this sub recently.

There tons of shit I wanna do and see. Mostly the US, I wanna see for myself if this place's as bad as I think it is. Oh and the Slabs. I wanna see this and meet those people. Not too sure how I'll get there without a plane ticket tho... Commercial boats are rare and not open to public. Also I know nothing about Visas and international travelling. It's probably cheaper to do it illegally, right ? Is it a bad idea with the whole ICE thing ? I dislike governments knowing what I do, even if no one's looking for me (thank god for the EU). I can afford papers, I've been saving for a while since I don't spend my money.

I'm already 95% sure I can pull this shit off and make it beneficial. I'm an artist, and I want to improve my instrument skills. Nothing better than infinite free time + busking for that. I have no draw towards any drug. Never smoked, 19 years sober and I find "hard" drugs absolutely repulsing. Except maybe psychedelics, but this can wait until my brain has fully developped and I'm well financially.

Right now I'm a "performing arts" student (a public school study in France). I just love street performance. Street theater, street dancing.

I hate everything about capitalism. Spending a single dollar to support some rich bastard that didn't work to create what I'm buying is a major pain in my ass. So it would feel really good to be a shitstain that lies at the bottom of their ivory towers.

I'm used to limited budgets.

I don't fear the cold (yet). And I don't trully care about life. Whatever happens happens. Doesn't mean I'd go out of my way to put my life at risk either.

I frequently hitchhike and tent around.

And the only reason I feel so bad so often is work. Seasonally I work at a vineyard. It's backbreaking to say the least. Annually I work night shifts at RGIS. It's some inventoryist job where you scan products and count them. It's easier than the vineyard, but the lack of rest makes me "emotional". 85% of my pay goes in rent, electricity, water, heating gas, wifi subcription, insurrance. Meaning I could live and thrive with 60€ per month easily. Which I can get in 5 hours of work or some fooling around with my uke or guitar at the city center. + The freedom to travel anywhere in the world while doing so, once I figure out this whole continent and boat thing.

However... There's people that love me. I don't care about my actual family. My friends are family tho. And if I leave far away I don't want to promise to be back in x amount of time, if I was just travelling in France and Europe there's be no issue, but I want to leave, far. And I can't really morally justify asking my girlfriend (who lives "normally") to wait for an indefinite amount of time. And things with her are going well... She wants us to live together. I first told her I wanted to know what it was like to live with roommates. That's done. No chance she would ever join me tho. I can't even convince her to hitchhike with me. Or question anything, or have an opinion about society. She's also a med student. For another 9 years. She's France-bound.

And sure I could just surf France and Europe and be back within 5 days to see her, Europe isn't that big and is really convenient to hitchhike. But I really want to know what other places of the northern hemisphere are like. And I don't think tourism is a satisfying and truthful way to discover a place.

And sure I enjoy spending time with her and I guess I love her most of the times. But whenever I think about this dream, love feels so petty to me. Literally anyone I care about would understand my travelling, but she wouldn't get it, we're just really different. It's a difficult conversation to have. I don't wanna make her sad, because then leaving to travel wouldn't feel as sweet. But frankly if I stay 2 more years without hitting the road, I'll feel like slowly rotting. I only have 1 life. And I'm scared of not doing everything I want to do.