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It’s Over
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Paragraphs incoming, dnr if you don’t give a shit, just yelling into the void again
Currently working a 50k/yr manual labor job with decent benefits
Was in both uni and a skilled trades apprenticeship at one point, either path would have eventually netted me higher pay
But I ended up dropping out of both, because I couldn’t keep up with the pressures and demands of the performance level required to keep progressing. In short bursts, I could, but over the long term, fighting multiple wars on multiple fronts with my physical and mental health, paired with subpar looks, paired with the crippling realization of the bp, all led to a complete collapse in my ability to do anything productive
People were shocked to see me go both times, because on the surface I was doing just fine, even excelling in some areas
But the truth was, I was the verge of roping and they simply didn’t, and couldn’t, get why. Normies never do
So after a short period of NEETcelling, I picked myself back up and returned to the grind. But the work I’m doing right now is basically pushing me to the max. The thought of how much more stress and pain and work it would take to escape is horrific. So this is it for life really
My parents are supportive and understanding thankfully, and they have fair terms for me living with them: work full time for a benefits-providing employer, save for retirement, and cover a good chunk of my own bills
In the long term, I imagine I would eventually become their caretakers and inherit the house
But every fucking day I live in extreme fear that they will kick me out. I’m prepared, I have savings and contingency plans set in place, and I have no reason to suspect they would actually do it. But if it ever happens, it’s GG bro. No more future surgery, no more softmaxxing or cheap copes even. Everything would go towards a bare bones subsistence life. Eat, sleep, work.
All my future plans hinge on living with them forever. It’s pathetic, but it’s my only hope for meaningful survival
Currently working a 50k/yr manual labor job with decent benefits
Was in both uni and a skilled trades apprenticeship at one point, either path would have eventually netted me higher pay
But I ended up dropping out of both, because I couldn’t keep up with the pressures and demands of the performance level required to keep progressing. In short bursts, I could, but over the long term, fighting multiple wars on multiple fronts with my physical and mental health, paired with subpar looks, paired with the crippling realization of the bp, all led to a complete collapse in my ability to do anything productive
People were shocked to see me go both times, because on the surface I was doing just fine, even excelling in some areas
But the truth was, I was the verge of roping and they simply didn’t, and couldn’t, get why. Normies never do
So after a short period of NEETcelling, I picked myself back up and returned to the grind. But the work I’m doing right now is basically pushing me to the max. The thought of how much more stress and pain and work it would take to escape is horrific. So this is it for life really
My parents are supportive and understanding thankfully, and they have fair terms for me living with them: work full time for a benefits-providing employer, save for retirement, and cover a good chunk of my own bills
In the long term, I imagine I would eventually become their caretakers and inherit the house
But every fucking day I live in extreme fear that they will kick me out. I’m prepared, I have savings and contingency plans set in place, and I have no reason to suspect they would actually do it. But if it ever happens, it’s GG bro. No more future surgery, no more softmaxxing or cheap copes even. Everything would go towards a bare bones subsistence life. Eat, sleep, work.
All my future plans hinge on living with them forever. It’s pathetic, but it’s my only hope for meaningful survival
