You don’t live in Scandinavia by any chance do you?
I do, but it seems like a generational thing. "Don't approach people where they don't find themselves willingly", but those are the only places you find them. Then again, "ew don't stare at me in the gym- unless you're hot. Why aren't you approaching me, cuck?".
look, take the advice of someone nearer retirement than the start of their working life and save anyway. You WILL see things differently then.
I mean realistically I'm over the halfway point as well I believe, but it's incredibly depressing to know I've gone at least 10 years without employment where most normal kids were pushed into it by well-meaning parents. Even if you saved $20 a week for those 10 years, you'd be amassing more wealth than I would be now, no matter how hard I wring everything into it. I'll do what I can and not like there's an alternative. I enjoy saving money and that's what I do. Once I've dealt with this motorbike lunacy of mine, I've no goals and thus only save for the gain of it. I quite like it because it reminds me of video game logic: Do you want +25 dmg now or +2% per level? The earlier you choose the latter, the better.
Jesus fucking Christ, how hard is it to listen to a patient the first time they say "so, yeah, my avoidant personality disorder is making my life hellish and I can't escape my own thought patterns to the point I'm suicidally ideating, can I please get some help" instead of just forking over meds with zero therapy to accompany it.
It's depressing every time they have an introduction course at the psych ward here. You'll see chubby bully-pipeline nurse after 19 year old turkish doctor graduate on line. I once entered the intensive arrivals ward and saw 3 turkish 'doctors' immediately codeswitch to wallah inshallah because every other person had left the room. I'm sure they're smart and competent but they just lack general life experience at that point. Everyone would rather choose an old demented doctor at 59 simply because he has seen the case 500 times before and knows what it's like losing a child or whatever. That young bitch wearing leather shoes to make sure everyone turns their head when she arrives? Yea, you tell that alcoholic schizoid how to live his life, you kissless virgin fuck.
I can listen to pretty much anything so I can find common ground with most people, I just want one God damn person in my life that will be just as autistically obsessed as me about Faith No More and Mr. Bungle and stuff like that
I remember having that issue in high school. "Do I keep staying up til 2am to play with my 'friends' online, or accept surface level, shallow friendship with those i know IRL?". I always regret not going for the latter, seeing where the former ended up, but man I'd love just, someone I could real talk with. And not even 'deep conversations' or whatever bullshit these spiritual retards put in their dating bios, but just some level of talk that they desire and return in kind.