I cook at home because of restaurant prices and tip culture. Driving everywhere sucks. Everything feels miles away so good luck walking.
I cook at home because of restaurant prices and tip culture. Driving everywhere sucks. Everything feels miles away so good luck walking.
Work and shared hobbies. I recently went to buy some hardwood from a work colleague. We don’t even work the same shift but they’re fond of asking what I’m building or showing me what they’re building because who else are they going to talk to about their hobby (I imagine).
We’re not friends, but there’s this hobby. I get there and it’s not a mere business transaction nor do we talk work. It almost had a kid feel to it. Like when you crossed the hedge to the yard of the kid next door and he welcomes you because it’s more fun if you can show off and share your toys. Only as adults. Kudos on reclaiming a small piece of that.
Adulthood is such a roadblock sometimes.
Being an adult is hard, in so many different ways.
I miss kindergarten.
Naps, cookies, juice boxes, why did we ever stop that?
I just woke up from a nap, and now I’m eating cookies. Don’t have any juice boxes on hand tho; a can of cola will have to do.
I love being an adult. It’s amazing.
I absolutely hated Kindergarten. Being subjected to the whims of clueless adults is miserable.
At least in Kindergarten I didn’t know they were clueless. Now I’m an adult subjected to their whims and know they’re unstoppable idiots.
Sounds exactly like adult life with a job when you phrase it that way.
as an adult you can choose a job where you don’t have to do that. I have one boss and he’s competent.
If you genuinely believe this (i personally think you’re trolling), then you need to take a step back, look at your situation, and recognize how privileged you are.
A significant amount of problems in the world would be helped by The Privileged recognizing that their life is not representative of the lives of everyone else.
That is not a choice that everyone can make.
yeah it is. nobody is forcing you to work a crappy job you don’t like, other than yourself.
lots of people choose that life, and pretend like they don’t have any other choice. and settle into a life of bitterness and anger and usually a toxic coping mechanism that deprives them of what little disposable income they do have. like alcohol, gambling, or similar.
if you want to improve your life you have to give up the coping mechanisms, save your money, and invest in yourself. but that is hard and most would rather daydream about a big magic pile of money falling from the sky.
Many people live in towns with fewer than five companies, with poor internet access. Many people have to keep odd schedules because of family care obligations. Many people are functionally illiterate. Many people have criminal convictions. There are a lot of things that can limit your ability to leave a job you already have.
Many people do accept work conditions worse than they have to, but not every worker is flexible enough to choose their work.
Then they have to move. They have to learn to read. They have to change their circumstances. Nobody is going to change it for them.
I grew up in a small crappy town. I decided from a young age I would leave my community. It sucked. I hated my life there. It was a great motivation to get out, succeed, and never come back. I watched several of my friends make difference choices and move home even if they left and never leave and repeat the same miserable lives their parents lead.
It’s a choice. You can make excuses for yourself your entire life, or you can make choices to change your life.
I felt trapped too when I was in that town. But I knew nobody was ever going to save me. but I could save myself, so that’s what I did. And yes, i got punished by parents, my friends, by my former teachers, for being ‘arrogant’ and ‘a douchebag’ for wanting to improve my life and not settle for their miserable existences.
yeah but cookies and juicy boxes.
who is stopping you from going to the store and buying cookies and juice boxes?