I am getting very tired of the repeated conversation I have with my mother about my life. Not that there's much of a conversation really, since I don't say much whenever she brings it up.
I have no ****ing idea what I want to do with myself. I hate my current job, but I can't imagine myself enjoying any sort of job really. Not like I'd get hired anywhere else. I'm not good at or for anything, I have zero accomplishments. My degree is not really of much use. I went to college for geology, and have a Bachelor's in that, and it's not exactly a high-demand field, but I just have no interest in it anymore. Or perhaps I never had any real interest in it to begin with; I kind just rushed into college because I didn't know what else to do and my parents certainly weren't taking no for an answer. Only reason I have a job right now at all is because employment is so ****ed up in this world that you get a job because you know someone and not because of the reasons that should actually matter (my mother works for the local board of education as a long-term sub, so then I can get other basic board of ed related jobs because of that). And since I don't "know" anyone else, how the hell am I supposed to get another job? Maybe for some bizarre reason if I apply somewhere else I'd get the job, but why bother? I doubt I'd get something that pays more than my current job, and I really need a livable income so I can finally move the **** out. And I'd just hate whatever gruntwork **** I'd get anyway (it's not like I could get anything else). I want a reason to wake up in the morning, not dread a big part of my day everyday of my life for who knows how long. Going back to college is not an option since it's so ****ing expensive in the U.S. and I certainly can't pay for it by myself (can't have my parents do it since they already did that once and now have to pay for my two younger sisters) because lol $11.75/hr wage, not to mention I haven't even the slightest idea what I'd wanna go back for. I also don't exactly like driving and the thought of driving to unfamiliar places makes me hella anxious too.
I suppose I could tell my mother all this, but what would be the point?
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