Venting Memories and narcissists

[AnnonyBox]

I came to realize some time ago that my folks are just too far gone. All too often I find myself badgered about needing to find a job, and how 'It'll all work out if you just hit the streets!' They completely disregard the notion that technology has changed everything since they both got their last jobs. They have the nerve to tell me that I'm lazy because I'm a millenial who 'wants everything for free' because of my stances on social programs, worker's rights, and consumer protection. Yeah, if I was lazy I wouldn't have put myself through college, to get a seemingly useless computing degree. If I was lazy, I'd have spent these past years in hedonistic enjoyment, before ultimately splattering my brains across the fucking wall.

All too often I find my brain bringing up bad past memories, all of which focus on the actions of my 'ever so loving' parents. I just want to move on with my life, but with the economy at an effective 21% unemployment level, and having searched for nearly a year now, I'm giving up hope. This world has no place for people like me. I've got two methods in mind and I'm not sure which I'll pick, but at ladt I'll have an escape from all this torment. An eternal dreamless sleep sounds pretty good right about now, and I'm tired of life anyway.

 

[Taylor]

I feel you on that, even if I had the opportunity to live out my dreams of being some type of famous actor/musician/comedian etc. and have all this money, cars, and women blah blah blah. It's like, pass. With the amount of pain I'm in and the extent of damage my body has suffered from head to toe, and the only thing to look forward to is getting older and deteriorating even more and more, I wouldn't be able to enjoy any of that and I believe the only reasonable thing left to do is just to call it now.