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[IdaBriggs]

15. You can't be proud of your accomplishments if you don't have any.

Harsh Truth:

SUCK IT UP.

I was a young high school graduate (age 17) and ended up supporting myself while working for less than minimum wage at a local fast food restaurant during my self funded first year of college. I ended up getting better mediocre jobs because I learned that the electric company shuts off your electricity if you don't pay them, and gas money is a necessity if you want your car to move.

That was thirty years ago, but fortunately I was raised with a work ethic, so I was able to make it, and things have been generally good in my life.

Personally, I think your social anxiety is a learned behavior at this point, which means you need to UNLEARN it. A terrible job is a great motivation to get a better one - GO GET A JOB.

Then get all crazy, Do The Job Well.

Are people mean to you? Who cares? You can whine about it here, but you STILL DO THE JOB.

Want to quit? Find a better job first.

Personally, if I were your parents, (and you can share this with them) your room would be empty of every comfort including your bed and the weed stash that helps you "relax" so you don't feel the shame and stress of being a completely useless parasite instead of a hard working contributor to society until you started earning the privilege of having those things back via demonstrating your commitment to getting off your butt and WORKING.

I've seen your posts before - you could have been doing volunteer work for free at the local shelters (human or animal), or become a Red Cross disaster relief aid worker in a few easy classes, or been helping out elderly neighbors with yard maintenance, or learned how to do website development if you don't like being around people/want to be an online only worker.

Seriously, just DO IT.

I have, you can, and after eighteen, your problems belong to you, not your parents, so GET MOVING ALREADY.

If you want to sit around doing nothing, bored out of your mind, go commit a low level crime and go to prison so the taxpayer can foot the bill and you can quit eating into your poor parents retirement money. (Frankly, they need to boot you out.)

ON EDIT: You and I have also talked about the importance of getting your depression treated, and I still stand by this post. You *need* to get our of the basement!

Brought to you by the Tough Love Committee.