Job burnout so bad, it’s been 20 years, I still haven’t recovered. 1900 work hours per year is reasonable. I was working about 5000 per year, for ten years. Startups. Crashed, burned, scattered my ashes. Developed a severe case of don’t-give-a-fuck-itis.
No job, no gf, no friends, no energy, not much of anything left in my life. Just people telling me to “keep fighting” and trying to give me worthless advice, I’ll hopefully be dead soon.
Because my dad didn’t pay any attention to me in a loving way. He would pay attention to me, but only to make me feel bad and abuse me. And then blame me for abusing me, then he’d “drink away his problems”, and the abuse would start over.
And nobody would ever date me because I’m a worthless disgusting piece of shit. And my “BFF” that I had for about 15 years tells me she regrets the day she met me and that she hopes my life is filled with misery and suffering. Then to finally give up and kill myself and then spend all eternity burning in hell. And because I have the WORST anxiety when it comes to jobs that thinking of one paralyzes me. “You can’t live in this world without working. NOT WORKING is not an option” as my dad so lovingly put it. So, I’m like, FINE… lets just throw in the towel because if I’m not able to work, I’ll turn into an even more worthless human being. I wish somebody would just put me out of my misery so I wouldn’t have to feel shitty about being “selfish” by killing myself.
That’s horrible that your best friend would do that, disgusting really. And yeah, You can’t live in this world without working which makes me sad realizing that in order to have anything I’ll have to get a decent job and work full time being a good little cog and helping turn the gears for the big boys upstairs the “elites”. I pray someone puts me out of my misery, I take late walks at night hoping some drunk will run me over or something. But nope, I’m not lucky enough to die.
I have a crappy life because I wasted it taking care of others. Now that I’m dying there’s no one. Not that I expected anyone to care. Saw it coming but still ruined my life. Oh well I don’t need anyone’s help topping myself.
If I figured that out, I might be able to change it! There’s a disconnect somewhere like I don’t know how to be a driving force within my own life, like somehow, some way, I’m crippled, but I don’t appear to be. Idk.
I have a crappy life because this world revolves around luck.
You don’t choose the family you are born into or get to choose their income.
You can’t choose your genes so basically you have no control over your personality (which is why I see free will as an illusion) and you can’t control how you look. You also can’t control your level of intelligence and the way you are raised.
Around 80% of a human’s brain is fully developed by the age of 3 so if your parents are fools and screw those first 3 years up, the rest of your life is over. That simple.
This world doesn’t reward effort. Will power is nonexistent. If will powered mattered, my life would have been perfect by now.
All that matters is luck. That is why my life sucks.
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Job burnout so bad, it’s been 20 years, I still haven’t recovered. 1900 work hours per year is reasonable. I was working about 5000 per year, for ten years. Startups. Crashed, burned, scattered my ashes. Developed a severe case of don’t-give-a-fuck-itis.
No job, no gf, no friends, no energy, not much of anything left in my life. Just people telling me to “keep fighting” and trying to give me worthless advice, I’ll hopefully be dead soon.
Because my dad didn’t pay any attention to me in a loving way. He would pay attention to me, but only to make me feel bad and abuse me. And then blame me for abusing me, then he’d “drink away his problems”, and the abuse would start over.
And nobody would ever date me because I’m a worthless disgusting piece of shit. And my “BFF” that I had for about 15 years tells me she regrets the day she met me and that she hopes my life is filled with misery and suffering. Then to finally give up and kill myself and then spend all eternity burning in hell. And because I have the WORST anxiety when it comes to jobs that thinking of one paralyzes me. “You can’t live in this world without working. NOT WORKING is not an option” as my dad so lovingly put it. So, I’m like, FINE… lets just throw in the towel because if I’m not able to work, I’ll turn into an even more worthless human being. I wish somebody would just put me out of my misery so I wouldn’t have to feel shitty about being “selfish” by killing myself.
That’s horrible that your best friend would do that, disgusting really. And yeah, You can’t live in this world without working which makes me sad realizing that in order to have anything I’ll have to get a decent job and work full time being a good little cog and helping turn the gears for the big boys upstairs the “elites”. I pray someone puts me out of my misery, I take late walks at night hoping some drunk will run me over or something. But nope, I’m not lucky enough to die.
My life is actually really good. The problem is me.
Same for me too, in a sense…
I have a crappy life because I wasted it taking care of others. Now that I’m dying there’s no one. Not that I expected anyone to care. Saw it coming but still ruined my life. Oh well I don’t need anyone’s help topping myself.
If I figured that out, I might be able to change it! There’s a disconnect somewhere like I don’t know how to be a driving force within my own life, like somehow, some way, I’m crippled, but I don’t appear to be. Idk.
I have a crappy life because this world revolves around luck.
You don’t choose the family you are born into or get to choose their income.
You can’t choose your genes so basically you have no control over your personality (which is why I see free will as an illusion) and you can’t control how you look. You also can’t control your level of intelligence and the way you are raised.
Around 80% of a human’s brain is fully developed by the age of 3 so if your parents are fools and screw those first 3 years up, the rest of your life is over. That simple.
This world doesn’t reward effort. Will power is nonexistent. If will powered mattered, my life would have been perfect by now.
All that matters is luck. That is why my life sucks.
Wow, you sound like…me
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