My plan is: I’ll invest all my disposible income in paying off my country’s debt, financing boomer pensions and making my landlord rich.

tbh it’s not really my plan, I don’t have any say in the matter.

Broke: investing in stocks to have financial comfort during retirement

Woke: investing in toilet paper and tampons to have bartering advantage during post-apocalyptic retirement

We’ll probably become a big brother 1984 type fascist society at some point where I’ll be sent to reeducation prison and they’ll make me forget what retirement is and convince me to volunteer to a corporate labor camp until I die.

I’m stockpiling bottle caps now so I can live like a king after the fall of society.

I think the most viable thing to do would be to put your money towards building a geothermally powered unground habitat that is close to a large water source, and have a really good water purification system to filter it.

Also possibly use fibre optic cable to funnel sunlight in to grow plants which hopefully produce food and oxygen. Although safer bet would be to have enough power for internal ultra violet lighting and be able to split water molecules into oxygen and hydrogen, who knows if we’ll somehow managed to block out the sun as well.

I’ve been thinking about this for a while, if anybody can lend me some large scale industrial excavation equipment, I’d really appreciate it c:

65? Must be fucking nice!

Still better than my “plan”.

My plan is working til I fall over or reach 75, which is the new 65 according to some of our politicians, and then off myself, cause I never got the chance to save something for retirement due to circumstances.

the only really sensible retirement plan is building a community that supports each other, become the neighbourhood grandma who everyone loves because she bakes pies.

you can have as much money as you want, if no one else cares about you you’ll still be miserable and probably die in your home.

After an oil crisis, cold war with nuclear threats, financial meltdown and assorted wars and famines I’m convinced things keep on going and on average do a slow deterioration with the occasionally bump and panic.

I’m in my 30s, and pretty much just work and go home. I’ve got no hobbies outside the house and have never bothered pursuing a relationship. No chance in hell I’m making it to retirement age. I figure the stress of my lifestyle will grind away at my will to live and I’ll just stop eating at some point.

It’s funny that I’m a techno-optimist but I also have a hard time taking retirement planning seriously because in 30 years civilization will be run by AI and money (or at least less money than it takes to own a major AI firm right now) will be meaningless.

I’m too selfish to actually change the way I spend my money but a friend of mine donates a lot to charity because, as he puts it, right now there are still problems in the world that can be solved with money but soon there probably won’t be.