You know you are royally fu*ked when

[awfullife]

A 75 year old who is facing their own mortality wouldn't switch places with you and you are half their age. I shared this with my father the other day.

He has wealth, stability, a girlfriend, a very uneventful yet fulfilling life.

I have 2 children I see once per year, a shit job that doesn't pay above poverty, and no chance at bettering myself or my situation. The stark reality is that when my dad decides to move out of this house, I will be homeless (living in a semi truck)

I asked him if he would switch places with me....He didn't respond. I think I know why!
Friends say, "You just need to get out there again."

Seems like every moment of my day I keep "coming to" the realization that my life is ruined. It's weird but very surreal.

 

[almaranthine]

If I asked my mother, whom I live with, this same question, I am positive that she would remain silent as well. If not for her, I would be either homeless or trapped in an abysmal relationship with an abusive man. She has a nicely kept, decent home and a relatively new car with low mileage. While her retail job in customer service sucks just about as much as any of them, she has built up a stable life for herself. She has a neat and pleasant little backyard, filled with greenery, to look out onto while she drinks her morning coffee. I on the other hand, though approaching 30, have absolutely nothing to show for my life, not even a finished bachelor's degree. My savings is a sad little number. My car is a disgraceful heap of broken glass, keyed profanities, and misaligned metal. When she claims her life is sad, I relent that mine is sadder. She counters that at least I have my youth. In my honest opinion, my age makes the situation even more depressing, since I (statistically speaking) have more life left to endure, a life discolored by the consequences of all my poor choices and terrible mistakes, unless I am to take violent action to end it.