I apologize in advance: this is going to be very unorganized.
I tried to kill myself a little over a year ago, but I was taken to the hospital. I dropped out of college. Around the beginning of the school year, I had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and I withdrew from school for a few months. The details are more complicated than that, but that’s not important right now. I got a job this past August, which I lost in January. Since then I’ve been moping around my parents’ house, pretending to look for a job or be interested in going back to school. Going back to school is the last thing I want to do, and I’m dreading the prospect of another stupid depressing dead-end job. My friends are all at school in other states and they have busy schedules, so the only people to talk to are my parents and the cat. I love my parents, but life with them is so tedious, and asking them for advice or help is so worthless that I feel like screaming. I’m just in this goddamn purgatory. I’m sure there is a way out, but I don’t have a clue of what that would be. It seems that people will only help you if you pay them, and even then it’s often a scam.
I don’t want to die; I want to live. And what I’m doing isn’t living but decaying. People try to give me advice sometimes but it’s usually something hollow and worthless like “oh, just get your foot in the door and you’ll do fine” or “just work hard and have a positive attitude”. I want to slap these people. Not to sound like an arrogant bastard, but I’m pretty amazing. Everyone tells me how smart I am, and I believe them, because I think most people are really stupid. I’ve decided that from now on whenever someone calls me smart I’ll say, “Great! When do I start? What does it pay? What are the benefits?” Being smart is a bit of a curse: it isn’t enough to survive, but it’s enough that people take for granted that you will be successful.
I was just chatting with three friends on Facebook, who are all studying abroad next year. Norway, Australia, and Egypt. My older brother is a junior in college, and he just got a several-thousand-dollar research grant. These things make me angry. I can’t be happy for people, just depressed that they’re doing so well when I’m doing so miserably. I really don’t want to kill myself, but I don’t want to completely toss out the idea either. I think it’s an option–not the best option, but an option–if this bad luck or poor decision making or whatever this crap is continues for much longer. Sometimes it feels like all I can do is rant anonymously and wait until I grow the cojones to jump off a bridge. But I don’t want to jump off a bridge! I want a tolerable life and I am willing to work for it, but that’s apparently far too much to ask for. The way people treat each other is disgusting. There’s this two-for-me-none-for-you mentality that’s both cruel and nonsensical. People live in luxury and other people beg on the highway off-ramps. And then they try to justify themselves by saying they “earned it” or “worked hard for it”. I’m waiting for them to say that they were “lucky” or “born to rich parents”. But by that point they’ve probably called you a Commie enough times that nobody listens to you anymore. Maybe I don’t want to live. Maybe people just suck and I don’t want to put myself through another sixty years of their crap. Or maybe I’m just some stupid kid who whines about problems he made up.
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I feel a bit of the same problems. I don’t want a dead-end job, I want to be successful. Actually I’m a bit different in that matter as I am choosing to join the army after high school next year. I hate how people tell me I’m smart, even when I’m failing a class cor being lazy or lacking worth ethics and study habits. You seem brilliant enough, but I believe either way I am doomed to fail. That’s why the army is great, I will get to be physically fit, get to shoot bastards down, (yet I’m not for or against these “terrorists”) and if I fail, I get to R.I.P. Or suffer first for my mistakes then die. Either way I will end up, possibly in a position that I prefer (since I’m on the verge of death). Thank you for sharing your story, hopefully your amazingly executed rant helped let out some steam and my comment wasn’t a poorly executed bowl of crap flakes
Cser…I am 50 years old and I think much of what you say is absolutely correct, painfully true and we need more people in this world like you with compassion that is put into action rather than those who only hide from the injustices.
‘And then they try to justify themselves by saying they “earned it†or “worked hard for itâ€. I’m waiting for them to say that they were “lucky†or “born to rich parentsâ€. ‘
You are absolutely correct about the luck and resources…..There is a fantastic book called Outliers and I imagine you’ll feel in good company reading it. The author’s website is filled with cool insights you might share….malcom gladwell I think his name is.
‘I can’t be happy for people, just depressed that they’re doing so well when I’m doing so miserably. ‘ Do you know what you want more specifically that just to work hard for a good life? Once you let yourself feel specifically what you want, what you enjoy doing you’ll find more helpfulneess in the world and hopefully because you are sensitive and consceientious share that helpfulness with others. …pay it forward.
I dropped out of college back in september, I’ve been staying at my mom’s house since then .. I don’t even bother looking for a job because (a) I have no dreams, no goals etc (b) I’ve run out of motivation & ambition for this lifetime and (c) I’m not interested in being active or of service in a dysfunctional society .. I at times wish I had faith in something (to start from there) but my pessimistic logic keeps telling me: “life is absurd in essence, why bother ?”
“Being smart is a bit of a curse: it isn’t enough to survive, but it’s enough that people take for granted that you will be successful”
+1
I’m actually happy my relatives are doing well, I just wish the universe would stop being indifferent and get me out of here .. as time goes by, the belief I’ll have to leave by my own hands keeps growing
I get bored quite easily .. I don’t wanna be a slave in an office, be married, have children etc .. I didn’t leave the traditional, conventional, socially acceptable good citizen path to get back on it
only deep convos, music and sex seem to matter to me .. how do you survive when all you care about is music and sex ? I’ve embraced the fact I’m an outsider, I’m still hoping to find an outsider path that keeps me going
can you relate to any of this ?
What you said about society is exactly the same way I feel. It all just seems unnessecerily cruel and selfish, ‘I’ll have this job and get paid lots to make other people who get paid less miserable and if they lose their job who cares but nobody’s taking my job no sir!’
It’s easy to get disallusioned in this day and age. However, what we need to do is inflitrate the schools! Start teaching compassion over competition and teach the young how to surpass the old.
Good luck with the job search (or lack thereof, I had the same problem last summer before I rejoined school). Perhaps do some volunteer work, just to get out there and active and to see what you might like to do?
hey notinteresting1, thanks for commenting on my post from before, looks like were pretty similar. Nice to meet you.