Microblog Memes

I think I speak for all of us when I say:

Materially better off than those born 5 years after me, and materially worse off than those born 5 years before me.

Grew up early enough to be screwed by a lack of understanding of mental conditions, be thought of as gifted, build no useful skillsets except how to pass tests, "follow your dreams!" Into lol no opportunities and hyper competition for what you were interested in, can't morally have kids as both a contributor to overpopulation/carbon emissions and the existential dread + crisis they would inherit and that's before the question of cost and their livelihood or lack thereof down the road, housing where I grew up is unattainably expensive just to live in a closet but need to live near family to support them, burnt out daily by world events before even putting work in to the equation, feel like life never got a chance to get started.

But have no personal debt and a mid-range PC so that's cool and better than many.

2004 was 22 years ago.... Jesus Christ

Gearing up for another once in a lifetime situation.

I want to burn it all to the ground because it was all lies that our own parents (the boomers), threw us into while actively making it worse for us, just for profit, and now they're so alienated by the fact that we don't want to treat the generations, people and even the fucking planet like they did that they brought back fascism.

No I'm not alright, but the entire planet isn't alright and all our problems have names and adresses.

Life sucks if you lost your mojo

I didn't get a life, billionaires took our lives so that they could have too great of ones. And made us slaves (and we do it all in hopes so that one day we get to join them in their Pedo Cult slave driving fantasies /s) if we just work hard enough

wearing a shirt older than my co-op I’m mentoring so… yeah…

The ancient Scottish martial art of Fuk Yu

Just hanging there. My career went to the shitter.

Dealing with depression, as the psych visits that prescribe me my anti-depressants have become too expensive for me, even with insurance. Over $200 a month in co-pay is beyond absurd. Right now I’m still on my meds, but every day I feel tired, alone, and defeated.

Meanwhile people around me are making friends, getting married, and buying houses, and there’s not enough distractions in the world to keep me from feeling worse and worse about myself whenever I think about their small fortunes. Comparing one’s self to others is a surefire way to feel like shit, and normally the anti-depressants help keep me from it. But even my girlfriend’s buying a house (we’re polyamorous, she lives with her husband) so now I can’t even think of her without feeling awful about myself, as I sit in my registered low-income, mouse-infested, studio apartment. She’s the only friend that lives close enough for me to visit, and I can’t even enjoy that.

The one good thing going for me is that the kids I work with love me. Normally, that can sustain me, but then I hear my coworkers making plans to hang out together (which I’m never invited to do) and I go back into the spiral of self-hatred that makes me wonder, “What is it about me that makes people not want to invite me?” I’m told that I’m friendly, that I’m funny, and it seems that people genuinely like me. But I’m not asked to do things. Never. What’s that about? Is there some red flag on my back that I can’t see?

So anyway, yeah. Not doing great.

I use a cane to walk and I’ve got a fair bit of brain damage, but I’m still working cause I’m not retirement age yet.

My income is below minimum wage and the feral cat I shelter may have kittens on the way

So... not great. Not great at all.