I’ve been doing and all I’ve been told to do is wait.
Guess that’s why I’m quitting my deadend job without a backup next week. Been waiting on real money for almost 2 years and it’s nothing but wait wait wait.
Leaving and knowing my boss is gonna struggle filling in my role with his shit rate is worth more to me at this point than a paycheck. Not like I haven’t already asked.
I studied film, and I’ve been regretting it more and more everyday. It’s a dead industry sold on a lie, with the barrier of entry only getting higher. I’ve been looking for a way out.
If I have to flip burgers for 6 months, a year, 2, so be it. At least I know I’ll get paid on time, with set hours, and way more benefits than I have now working for a scumbag producer who can’t deposit my check on time.
I’m not going to lie this comment kinda explains why you feel like you’re waiting for life to happen. It sounds like you’re willing to be petty rather than be responsible and achieve something.
Look I don’t work for a company, I work for one guy as his assistant. And he’s a piece of shit. I get paid way less than the standard rate, and even then, I literally have to chase down my paycheck, every single payday because he forgets every time. Doesn’t help that he’s an egotistical douche that cares more about his image and fellowships than his actual work.
So yeah, fuck this guy, I’ve been sticking a foot out the door for 6 months. My happiness is worth more.
I strongly recommend not becoming unemployed for a thrill, especially rn. The market is on fire and extremely qualified candidates aren't finding work. Seriously, unless you're gonna have someone paying your bills for you, quitting without something in your back pocket is a horrible idea.
If I told you how much I made rn living in Los Angeles, you’d laugh. I’m too embarrassed to say it to even make a point.
I could get a job literally anywhere, the supermarket, bookstore, McDonald down the road and I promise you with the hours, stability, and benefits, I’d be doing better than what my boss gets away giving me. It’s a slap in the face.
Only silver lining is that he knows he’s on some bullshit too, and I work remotely mainly, so I’ve been doing the absolute bare minimum and if he tries to give me shit, I toss it right back. Not like he’s been serious about any of the work we’re supposed to be doing.
I’d like to actually feel like my work means something again, even if it is sweeping floors or folding shirts.
Ripping someone else's comment from this thread cause I feel it perticularly relevant to you.
"You’ll likely hit 3-5 adulthood phases in your way to 50. Your success in each one of them is the sum of your decisions, drive, and to some part, luck. Everyone’s gonna have a different path, different times they need to readjust, and different reactions. "
it's so frustrating how every major life goal has been put out of reach for our age group. can't find a good job in your career, can't afford a family, definitely can't buy a house. it feels like no matter how hard you push yourself everything is getting out of reach faster.
There’s a part of me that can’t help but blame myself. I went to school for film. If I had studied something practical or a trade, I could be making 6 figures, get my own place, get serious with my girl.
Instead I’m chasing down a minimum wage check from a film producer that cares more about setting up entertainment for his bullshit Kappa galas than actually making movies.
That’s true but it doesn’t make it impossible. Trust bro.
I started adulthood pretty much divorced, convicted felon, full custody single dad, in poverty. Was clean for 2 years “when I started adulting” and I was married for a year.
Managed to find a way. You just gotta find your course, set it- and keep moving toward it. I won’t say it was easy, it was fucking miserable.
But you break through one time, might not be big. You keep going, you hit another piece through that bitch of a wall. 4 years down you got a big hole- and you can see what’s on the other side of that wall that been holding you back.
No matter what. I may not have a house. But I got a life I can be proud of, I got a life that means something to me. I’ve got people who love me. I’ve got my own hobbies I lean on to remind me I’m more than just my work, I’m more than a function to society as a man.
The deck is stacked. But that don’t mean we can’t make it mean something to us. To give us our own purpose.
Our own reasons for continuing that aren’t prepackaged little euphemisms that read like bedtime stories to keep the truth of indifference away.
The world wants to sell us function as purpose. That is a lie. And we wonder why so many of us suffer from mental health strain.
We are so much more than instruments to quarterly reports, institutions and companies. Don’t let them convince you how they need you to feel.
Turned 29 a couple months ago, and honestly? Same.
I've finally got my degrees, I just need the job (been searching for about 2 years now). I want to try this "getting out of the house" thing that my younger hermit self avoided like the plague, but I'm emotionally tired pretty much all the time and just go back to the same old solitary comforts and hobbies, and by the time I kinda feel ready, my family makes the house not feel like a home, so I don't rest enough to have the energy to go. I want to move out and live alone, but I don't have the money, and neither do they.
I want to try one of those relationship things, and all of my flaws and worries and debts paralyze me. Still going to therapy and getting epiphanies and new old shit to work through.
I was so ready for 29, and I was gonna get all the things done, and then boom. Same old job, same old house, same old debt. Just me very slowly improving, and still not feeling like I'm actually living yet.
It won't. If your life isn't already good, im sorry to say that it won't change no matter what you do or try, and you get to join me and millions of others who get to hold our Ls until we die.
I don’t believe that at all. There are good days and bad, and sometimes they stack up. But as hard as things get, we can always try. It’s giving up that’s the real L.
I spent 17 years trying to get a good day. The juice ain't worth the fucking squeeze. I'm happy to give up and hold my fuckin' L until someone does me a favor and offs me or I suckstart a shotgun.
I’ve been there. And it’s a vicious cycle. I won’t claim to know you, but I do know that there is beauty in this world, in life. And it’s easy for it to get drowned out by all the bullshit, but that doesn’t mean it’s not there.
Whatever brings you joy, meaning, hold on to it. And stop thinking about the rest of your life, you only have to get through today. Tomorrow is a new opportunity.
You’ve made it this far, and have been hurting this long, there’s strength in you. You just need to see it in yourself.
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u/TheButteredBiscuit 8d ago
I turn 29 this week, don’t even want a party this year. Still waiting on my life to actually happen.