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6/17/2025, 11:15:49 AM
I make 1450 in SSDI and make 1100 working 80 hours every months on top of 150 food stamps and public housing 400 dollars. I got a offer at the union electrician office for a job but I’d be working crazy hours in a physical nightmare job and not sure if I can work 12 hours everyday for life but I would be making 9 grand a month after expenses. Should I try or should I just be happy with what I currently get?
6/12/2025, 7:16:19 AM
As a Zoomer, I’m expected to work 10–12 hour days, 6 or 7 days a week, doing soul-killing jobs that barely cover rent — and not even for a decent place. Just a one-bedroom in a half-collapsing building with paper-thin walls, mold in the corners, and a landlord who raises the rent every year because he can.
That’s supposed to be my “reward” for working myself to the bone.
No safety net. No family wealth. No backup plan.
I’m told I should be grateful if I can afford a secondhand car with 180,000 miles on it, as long as I don’t fall behind on payments or insurance.
I’m told dating is a luxury, friendships are a waste of time, and “fun” is irresponsible unless it somehow earns money.
At best, maybe I’ll get with a single mom in my 30s who resents both me and her own life.
At worst, I’ll die alone surrounded by bills and people who think I should’ve just “worked harder.”
We live in a world where enjoying anything—anything—is seen as laziness. If I stop to breathe, I’m a bum. If I complain, I’m “entitled.”
Meanwhile, billionaires play real-life Monopoly, and I can’t even take a day off without risking everything.
They told us to go to college. Now we’re buried in debt.
They told us to hustle. Now we have no time to live.
They told us to follow our dreams. Now we’re punished for even having them.
Everything costs more. Wages stay the same.
Healthcare is a joke.
The only things getting cheaper are dignity and hope.
They say “hard work pays off,” but all I see is older generations hoarding what little they didn’t already sell off. And when I ask why my life feels impossible, they tell me it’s my fault for ordering takeout once a month or not working 100 hours a week.
Tired of being told to “just hang in there” while the world burns and my generation quietly disappears into anxiety, loneliness, and hopelessness.
Is this what life is supposed to be?
Because if so—then seriously, what’s the point?
That’s supposed to be my “reward” for working myself to the bone.
No safety net. No family wealth. No backup plan.
I’m told I should be grateful if I can afford a secondhand car with 180,000 miles on it, as long as I don’t fall behind on payments or insurance.
I’m told dating is a luxury, friendships are a waste of time, and “fun” is irresponsible unless it somehow earns money.
At best, maybe I’ll get with a single mom in my 30s who resents both me and her own life.
At worst, I’ll die alone surrounded by bills and people who think I should’ve just “worked harder.”
We live in a world where enjoying anything—anything—is seen as laziness. If I stop to breathe, I’m a bum. If I complain, I’m “entitled.”
Meanwhile, billionaires play real-life Monopoly, and I can’t even take a day off without risking everything.
They told us to go to college. Now we’re buried in debt.
They told us to hustle. Now we have no time to live.
They told us to follow our dreams. Now we’re punished for even having them.
Everything costs more. Wages stay the same.
Healthcare is a joke.
The only things getting cheaper are dignity and hope.
They say “hard work pays off,” but all I see is older generations hoarding what little they didn’t already sell off. And when I ask why my life feels impossible, they tell me it’s my fault for ordering takeout once a month or not working 100 hours a week.
Tired of being told to “just hang in there” while the world burns and my generation quietly disappears into anxiety, loneliness, and hopelessness.
Is this what life is supposed to be?
Because if so—then seriously, what’s the point?
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