Wouldn't have thought that I would have to go back to that stage in life at the age of 23, after so many jobs, but here I am, thinking about what the heck to become in life, how to contribute to society. You would think that maybe I'm a loser, I'm actually full of energy, I can walk fifty miles and get up the next day without cramps, tell me, where do I put all this strength? I want to do something with it.

>>24808813
Wouldn't have thought that I would have to go back to that stage in life at the age of 23, after so many jobs, but here I am, thinking about what the heck to become in life, how to contribute to society. You would think that maybe I'm a loser, I'm actually full of energy, I can walk fifty miles and get up the next day without cramps, tell me, where do I put all this strength? I want to do something with it.

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Got home from my garbage workplace for my weekly two days off. Finally I get my rest, I thought, only to learn from my mom that we're getting annoying stayover guests for the weekend. She didn't even feel the need to tell me, I just heard it over a phonecall. Can't play videogames because my boomer dad took the nice leather booklet to vacation that so finely served me as a gaming mousepad. Can't wash my clothes because some bum couldn't take his clothes out of the community wash machine in this hellhole of a European social living block. Fucking hate my useless life so much I almost want to kill ms.

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I'm a 23 year old male and ever since I was about 14 years old I've had a terrible relationship with my mom. It all started when I was that age, she suddenly became extremely dominant and would yell at me all the time for no apparent reason. This, of course, I did not take lightly and became mad at her. With every time she would yell at me, I would get madder, but of course I didn't say anything and just contained everything. Being bullied in school may have contributed to it. The bullying would go as far as co-students punching me into the arms where the nerve lies and it hurts. Even though I would sometimes come home with bruises on my arms, my mom would say nothing. I felt like she didn't even care how I felt. And then, at some point, my filled up anger turned to hate. Of course, I never told that to anyone. I guess that's why I started becoming "passive-aggressive" towards her.

23m with no finished education here. 3 years of work experience, 1,5 in fast food, 1,5 in a workshop. Unemployed since the beginning of the year. My parents hate me, my friendships are dull and superficial. Women think I'm a weirdo even though I'm completely normal actually. When I go out I chainsmoke and drink and get along with the people, pretending I'm listening to the dull and childish normie conversations, the same ones I still know from Middle School. Secretly I hope maybe I'll meet the love of my life someday. That's the only reason I go out.