This may come off as a bit of a personal rant, but I need to get it out. Plus, it somewhat ties with the the thread about the older generations going on about 'laziness' of younger generations.
Got an email from my uncle, providing me some info and help offers to help me find 'professional work'. I'm a grateful for this, for he is trying to help me.
Having completed High School 2 years ago and attending a Uni, which sadly wasn't for me, I'm now heading towards a study course in the local area, he put pressure on the situation by saying how I'm up against 2 years of High School finishers, I don't have a huge selection of skills and that this study course is 'a stepping stone'.
He speaks a lot of truth there.
But he has also pissed me off.
Telling me that I'll look back at these days and how I sat in a 'dark computer room', with the feeling of it being wasted.
Wasted... when during that time I have dealt:
With personal issues of Asperger's Syndrome, affecting my social skills and interactions.
With school issues of bullying, being left out, feeling distant and often hating to go each week.
With family issues, which lead to the seperation of my parents plus other disputes...
This "dark computer room" is not wasted youth.
I've dealt with most of my social issues with the help of the Internet, by allowing me to research and socialise.
I have made strong friends in the real world, thanks to this computer. REAL friends. Not pixels, not fakes. Real.
I've managed to stay focused on things by letting myself get distracted by the dark room, helping me focus on other important things rather than the issues of parents fighting.
This is not wasted youth.
Furthermore... with this offer of "profesional work", I feel unhappy. I have just discovered a new world, filled with friends and social activites that I want to enjoy, something I couldn't experience before. With this study course, I feel like a whole new world could open up for me.
The thought of having to wear office clothes so soon feels... restrictive and crushing.
Screw you older gen... You may wanna live to work... But I wanna work to live.
Thank you for reading the rant.
Got an email from my uncle, providing me some info and help offers to help me find 'professional work'. I'm a grateful for this, for he is trying to help me.
Having completed High School 2 years ago and attending a Uni, which sadly wasn't for me, I'm now heading towards a study course in the local area, he put pressure on the situation by saying how I'm up against 2 years of High School finishers, I don't have a huge selection of skills and that this study course is 'a stepping stone'.
He speaks a lot of truth there.
But he has also pissed me off.
Telling me that I'll look back at these days and how I sat in a 'dark computer room', with the feeling of it being wasted.
Wasted... when during that time I have dealt:
With personal issues of Asperger's Syndrome, affecting my social skills and interactions.
With school issues of bullying, being left out, feeling distant and often hating to go each week.
With family issues, which lead to the seperation of my parents plus other disputes...
This "dark computer room" is not wasted youth.
I've dealt with most of my social issues with the help of the Internet, by allowing me to research and socialise.
I have made strong friends in the real world, thanks to this computer. REAL friends. Not pixels, not fakes. Real.
I've managed to stay focused on things by letting myself get distracted by the dark room, helping me focus on other important things rather than the issues of parents fighting.
This is not wasted youth.
Furthermore... with this offer of "profesional work", I feel unhappy. I have just discovered a new world, filled with friends and social activites that I want to enjoy, something I couldn't experience before. With this study course, I feel like a whole new world could open up for me.
The thought of having to wear office clothes so soon feels... restrictive and crushing.
Screw you older gen... You may wanna live to work... But I wanna work to live.
Thank you for reading the rant.
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