PrinceWatercress
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- Posted: Thu, 15 May 2008 18:20:50 +0000
This is probably the only place where I can post this and get any serious responses, so here goes...
I am currently living in my parent's house. I am going to turn 22 in two months and I feel that I am an utter failure and a ruined man at 21 years of age. I have worked at Back Yard Burgers for almost 2 1/2 years (I'll hit the 1/2 in June), and I have absolutely no hope of making it past prep person and into a station that more people think about such as sandwich station or the grill. I have also been working at a measly $6 per hour (they don't have regular wage reviews like other, more well known fast food places like McDonald's) all this time, and I don't see myself getting anywhere else.
I tried to get through college for a Computer Science degree after high school but dropped out after half a semester due to academic probation (I could never get math down well at all). I tried joining the Navy only to have my self-esteem shattered by people who didn't care at all and obviously didn't know who they were talking to (I was moved to another division without any success, and the main Recruit Division Commander thought I was a circus freak because I had ADHD). I didn't come out the same person I went in is, and now I am bitter.
Upon my return, I couldn't do anything that involved electricity - video games, computer, Internet, music - because "I couldn't make it in life," according to my parents. Yeah, I was grounded indefinitely at 19. And I can't get any "privileges" back because "I have no maturity and I don't do anything for them." And any help that they try to get me in order to get me out of the house is coming way too slow.
I have made friends at the mall seven miles away from my house since then, but thanks to my recurring lack of success at work I can't think of anybody - friends, family, or co-workers at my own job - without getting into a jealous rage simply because everybody I know has a better job than I do.
I can't access my bank account. My parents took the debit card for it away from me 2 1/2 years ago for "spending it all on food." They want me to take food from the house with me whenever I go to work, whenever being as soon as I get up (by my own choice...there's nothing to do in the house). And all I can eat at the house is TV dinners and PB&J sandwiches with everything else in the kitchen declared by the both of them as forbidden. I'd like to eat some Chick-Fil-A or something every once in a while. I have no car and no license, and I am not interested in getting a car, especially now that gas prices are at demonic highs. I just pedal a bike 7 miles in one direction, and it's an hour long one way. I don't even take anything with me to eat when I leave, and I just wait until I feel like going to work one or two hours earlier to get my employee drink at the BYB for free. Yeah, that's all I run off of. It scares me.
Days off are worse. I don't even like spending them at home anymore. In fact, I don't do that anymore, period. I just go to a friend's house and spend my time there, then call my parents from work (yeah, they want me to call them because they still 'care') to tell them I'm coming home, then go home. ON THE BIKE.
I don't even talk to my parents. I barely even make contact with them anymore, and after the way they treat me, I'm actually happy I don't talk to them.
* My dad is unknowingly cold towards me. I once tried to get a job at Abercrombie and Fitch and got it. Then I got a call saying I can't work there after all because they don't have a spot for the position I chose for days...it was a nights-only position. So they just dropped me. I told my dad and all he says is "Oh, this happens to people all the time." Just like that. I just wanted to ******** stab him.
* Don't even get me started about my step-mom. Everytime she talks to me, she either orders me to do something or yells at me. It's been like this for the last couple years. I don't think she's worth having any kind of mother-son relationship with anymore...I was eating in the dining room last week and it seems she didn't even notice I was there, much less say anything to me. Yeah, like I need your attention, you stupid c**t.
They've both taken me to a psychiatrist (psychologist?), and they (read: both them and the doctor) "want to help me before I get stuck." Guess what? I'm already stuck. Nobody wants to hire me full-time, I can't get out of my folks' house, I can't get any money, and I don't know what to do anymore.
I met my doctor at my job last night, and I asked him to call my parents. If the both of them get angry because I did that (they're out of the country until Saturday morning, I'm in a hotel room right now because they're both ******** paranoid I'll lose my house key and live out on the street), I'm running away. I'm dead ******** serious.
Help me now, Life Issues. Help me now.
I am currently living in my parent's house. I am going to turn 22 in two months and I feel that I am an utter failure and a ruined man at 21 years of age. I have worked at Back Yard Burgers for almost 2 1/2 years (I'll hit the 1/2 in June), and I have absolutely no hope of making it past prep person and into a station that more people think about such as sandwich station or the grill. I have also been working at a measly $6 per hour (they don't have regular wage reviews like other, more well known fast food places like McDonald's) all this time, and I don't see myself getting anywhere else.
I tried to get through college for a Computer Science degree after high school but dropped out after half a semester due to academic probation (I could never get math down well at all). I tried joining the Navy only to have my self-esteem shattered by people who didn't care at all and obviously didn't know who they were talking to (I was moved to another division without any success, and the main Recruit Division Commander thought I was a circus freak because I had ADHD). I didn't come out the same person I went in is, and now I am bitter.
Upon my return, I couldn't do anything that involved electricity - video games, computer, Internet, music - because "I couldn't make it in life," according to my parents. Yeah, I was grounded indefinitely at 19. And I can't get any "privileges" back because "I have no maturity and I don't do anything for them." And any help that they try to get me in order to get me out of the house is coming way too slow.
I have made friends at the mall seven miles away from my house since then, but thanks to my recurring lack of success at work I can't think of anybody - friends, family, or co-workers at my own job - without getting into a jealous rage simply because everybody I know has a better job than I do.
I can't access my bank account. My parents took the debit card for it away from me 2 1/2 years ago for "spending it all on food." They want me to take food from the house with me whenever I go to work, whenever being as soon as I get up (by my own choice...there's nothing to do in the house). And all I can eat at the house is TV dinners and PB&J sandwiches with everything else in the kitchen declared by the both of them as forbidden. I'd like to eat some Chick-Fil-A or something every once in a while. I have no car and no license, and I am not interested in getting a car, especially now that gas prices are at demonic highs. I just pedal a bike 7 miles in one direction, and it's an hour long one way. I don't even take anything with me to eat when I leave, and I just wait until I feel like going to work one or two hours earlier to get my employee drink at the BYB for free. Yeah, that's all I run off of. It scares me.
Days off are worse. I don't even like spending them at home anymore. In fact, I don't do that anymore, period. I just go to a friend's house and spend my time there, then call my parents from work (yeah, they want me to call them because they still 'care') to tell them I'm coming home, then go home. ON THE BIKE.
I don't even talk to my parents. I barely even make contact with them anymore, and after the way they treat me, I'm actually happy I don't talk to them.
* My dad is unknowingly cold towards me. I once tried to get a job at Abercrombie and Fitch and got it. Then I got a call saying I can't work there after all because they don't have a spot for the position I chose for days...it was a nights-only position. So they just dropped me. I told my dad and all he says is "Oh, this happens to people all the time." Just like that. I just wanted to ******** stab him.
* Don't even get me started about my step-mom. Everytime she talks to me, she either orders me to do something or yells at me. It's been like this for the last couple years. I don't think she's worth having any kind of mother-son relationship with anymore...I was eating in the dining room last week and it seems she didn't even notice I was there, much less say anything to me. Yeah, like I need your attention, you stupid c**t.
They've both taken me to a psychiatrist (psychologist?), and they (read: both them and the doctor) "want to help me before I get stuck." Guess what? I'm already stuck. Nobody wants to hire me full-time, I can't get out of my folks' house, I can't get any money, and I don't know what to do anymore.
I met my doctor at my job last night, and I asked him to call my parents. If the both of them get angry because I did that (they're out of the country until Saturday morning, I'm in a hotel room right now because they're both ******** paranoid I'll lose my house key and live out on the street), I'm running away. I'm dead ******** serious.
Help me now, Life Issues. Help me now.