What do I do with my life?

[michael87cn]

Shit, this post is actually making me late for work, but I wanted to reply.

I felt the same way when I was 16 years old (year of my first job). I felt the same loathing for work for a long time... until about 22 or so? But after I went through some terrible hardships, I realized that I would rather have money than be poor. I had used to desire freedom above money, like ten-fold. I had no desire to make money to buy 'things'. I just wanted to be free and able to do what I wanted with my time. However, reality set in for me and I wasn't able to keep being a freeloader forever.

Eventually you get over it and hopefully find a job that you like, or "can stand". Its a job that you hate that makes it so miserable, really. Keep looking until you get somewhat accepted somewhere and you'll find you can be content at least.

It's weird how I am almost 27 now, I've been working for just about 11 years straight. Time flies I guess.

Edit: also, don't join the military. Your life is not worth money; and if you really have strength of character you can gain it in different ways than being abused and robbed of your entire human freedoms.

 

[Angie7F]

Any stupid job will probably make you feel better than you do now.
Also being out there with people can do some amazing stuff.
I was able to be hooked up with interesting jobs through poeple in the least expected places

 

[IndomitableSam]

I'm 30 and I don't know what I want to do with my life. But I realized I kind of had to do something in order to, you know, actually survive. So I went back to school doing something I could see myself doing for the next 30 years (sorry, but hardly anyone gets to do something they love... you'll have to find something you can stand doing) and graduated and got a job. Loved it, then the job changed, and didn't love it. Left. Was unemployed. GOt crappy jobs, did them for a while got a good job. Still find it boring and mind-numbing as fuck, but it pays the bills and while it's hard as shit to roll out of bed in the morning and go to work, I actually do it. I don't hate it, but it's not inspiring or entertaining or anything... it's just work. Work is work, and all the connotations that come with it. Hard, boring, repeditive, numbing, frustrating... all that. But sometimes you get time at work to visit this site, go out for lunch with friends, meet new and interesting people, learn something new... Sometimes it's good, but it's still work.

... And then I come home at the end of the day and do what I want to do. Play games, read, write, go out with friends. And I do the stuff I don't want to do, but every adult has to. Cook, clean, do laundry, pay bills, run errands, etc. Then I go to bed, wake up, and go to work again. Until the weekend, when I do what I want again. And I enjoy myself. And I also count down the hours until my next vacation as well. (I've found taking a Friday off every few weeks instead of big chunks of time is better for me - that way you've got your year filled with long weekends, not two weeks off in July and then the prospect of work every day for the next 10 months.)

... It's called reality. Find you some. There is hope out there, but, I'm sorry, it's in those hours between that thing you do in order to survive in the real world.

What I'm saying is: Go to school or get a job, do something productive, and in your spare time, do what you love. Maybe, just maybe, you'll get good enough at what you love for you to be able to make a living out of it... but you won't right away. Sorry. Life doesn't work that way.