I just needed somewhere to vent because none of my friends is picking up.
So...about twenty minutes ago, I was outside my apartment, smoking and thinking. And I realized that, after a ton of crap that's happened to me (and a ton of crap that I've inflicted on myself) in my life, I'm finally in a relatively good place in my life. After a string of jobs that made me want to kill myself (literally), I'm finally working a decent job that pays well enough that I don't have to agonize over which bills to pay at the end of the month. I'm almost done paying off my undergrad student loans, and I only have one credit card left to pay off. I'm not spectacularly comfortable, but I'm stable. So I smile to myself all goofy-like.
Then I come inside and see that I've missed a call on my cell phone from my oldest friend, Susana. She hasn't had a job in about six years because she'd been so busy being stoned and asleep that she couldn't make it to work at the donut shop. So at almost 28 years old, she's still living with her parents, who agreed to pay for all of her expenses, including a car, a brand-new laptop, undergrad AND grad school, AND an all-expenses paid trip to ANYWHERE as a graduation present.
So, after all of three minutes of being comfortable in my own skin, just like in the movies, it gets taken away. She announces that she's just aced her first job interview. She's now making just under $50K a year, working a 4-day work week, gets a free laptop and cell phone, and her first business trip is in a month (we've both always wanted to travel). And this same week, her boyfriend (who also lives with his parents because he didn't have a job) just got a job making just under $50K (awww, cute! his-and-hers matching power-jobs!).
I know I should be happy for her, I know that even though she didn't have a job she did work kinda hard in school, so I feel incredibly guilty that I can't just get over myself. It's just...dammit...I've worked HARD for my little plot of Americana and she gets a friggin' castle!
Her news in no way at all changes what I was thinking about myself outside; I know that! But I just want to scream anyway.
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So...about twenty minutes ago, I was outside my apartment, smoking and thinking. And I realized that, after a ton of crap that's happened to me (and a ton of crap that I've inflicted on myself) in my life, I'm finally in a relatively good place in my life. After a string of jobs that made me want to kill myself (literally), I'm finally working a decent job that pays well enough that I don't have to agonize over which bills to pay at the end of the month. I'm almost done paying off my undergrad student loans, and I only have one credit card left to pay off. I'm not spectacularly comfortable, but I'm stable. So I smile to myself all goofy-like.
Then I come inside and see that I've missed a call on my cell phone from my oldest friend, Susana. She hasn't had a job in about six years because she'd been so busy being stoned and asleep that she couldn't make it to work at the donut shop. So at almost 28 years old, she's still living with her parents, who agreed to pay for all of her expenses, including a car, a brand-new laptop, undergrad AND grad school, AND an all-expenses paid trip to ANYWHERE as a graduation present.
So, after all of three minutes of being comfortable in my own skin, just like in the movies, it gets taken away. She announces that she's just aced her first job interview. She's now making just under $50K a year, working a 4-day work week, gets a free laptop and cell phone, and her first business trip is in a month (we've both always wanted to travel). And this same week, her boyfriend (who also lives with his parents because he didn't have a job) just got a job making just under $50K (awww, cute! his-and-hers matching power-jobs!).
I know I should be happy for her, I know that even though she didn't have a job she did work kinda hard in school, so I feel incredibly guilty that I can't just get over myself. It's just...dammit...I've worked HARD for my little plot of Americana and she gets a friggin' castle!
Her news in no way at all changes what I was thinking about myself outside; I know that! But I just want to scream anyway.
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