All these "I'm gonna lose my job, what do I do" posts are useless, if not just glowie demoralization.
Here's the deal:
The medical industry, the entertainment industry, the cosmetic industry, the retail industry, etc... -- all of them are a farce.
They are based on lies told to people to sell things people don't need. What's worse is that some actively lobby to craft an artificial ecosystem that requires their snake oil to survive, thereby making us slaves to THEIR systems.
All your degrees and certificates are just wood pulp saying you're a loyal slave. It says nothing of your ability to perform the job; a shitty doctor is still a shitty doctor regardless of degree.
If your job is mandating you kill yourself by injecting venom, it won't be the last time they pull that trick. By giving in, you're just moving the goalpost for them. They'll ask you to do it again, and again, and again; until you're dead.
In reality, your job is already gone. The world we're headed towards, no matter which side wins, already deems you obsolete. If you weren't "essential" AKA "exempt" you're already first on the chopping block for the depopulation effort.
Technology is so stunted, so controlled, and so corrupt that the "skills" you think you have are woefully depreciated.
The only ability that matters is the ability to learn. Not memorize, but learn. Once you've mastered the ability to learn, there's nothing you're not qualified for.
If they take you to that line, and you get fired, then take the time to learn how to learn. It'll be the most valuable thing you could possibly do.
The actual term they use to describe you is incel. That stands for involuntary celibate. I used to debate if this was a real thing …. after reading this thread I know it is.
To be an incel you usually have to blame either society or women in general.
I still blame myself. I know if I get rid of my ambition to stay out of debt I could have all the things others have, but I don't want to cross that line on moral grounds.
The more accurate term for me is a spinster. I eat one meal a day, watch old movies because the new ones are trash, crochet bags, read old books including the Bible, used to go to a Bible study and teach Religious Education, and I have a porcelain rooster collection.
I'm an old granny in a 30 year old man's body.
Your last line confused me. I don’t agree with your first sentence. You can just be a little bitch, whine about everything, or just be plane ugly. You could also just understand modern women and the legal system and be a Volcel.
But reading your second paragraph, I was struck by your chief ambition being fantastic. One of my best friends and mentors hates debt, and pounded it into me. Debt is a form of slavery, so good on you. Sincerely.
BUT … my business partner has a different mindset. He was 10-20k in credit card debt years and years back. He didn’t move till they settled for .10-.20 on the dollar. I was in shock, “it’s priced in”, he’d say.
I don’t think you are wrong, just a little black and white. Let’s put it another way. If the bubble of all things ever pops, you wanna be the only guy with NO debt ?? I don’t. I want more debt if this thing goes tits up. In hyper-inflation, debtors are rewarded and savers are punished (unless you have the right assets). Every dollar I pay back on my debt is worth less, my debt is locked into whatever time I started the loan. Hedge accordingly, not financial advice, I am a maroon.
Another thought, why not have everything you want, or could maybe want, and just have a little not bad debt ?
I didn't stutter on my first sentence. I'm not involuntarily celibate. Being "involuntary" means you blame something other than yourself for not being able to procreate. Unless I misunderstand the stereotype, that's how I interpret it.
I'm aware of divorce rates, the rigged court system, and MGTOW, but I didn't bring those up because they don't pertain to me. I don't blame society or anything other than myself because I know it isn't just up to chance to find the right woman. It isn't like rolling a die; it's more like taking careful aim at a target.
Also, I'm not voluntarily celibate either. I'd have kids and an intimate relationship if I had the opportunity to, but just because I'm not currently seeking that out doesn't mean I don't want it.
Someone stranded on an island isn't voluntarily celibate just as they aren't necessarily involuntarily celibate. They aren't involuntarily celibate because they could always make a raft and go for a rescue. The risk, however, is far greater than the reward. If the only reason they want to get off the island is so they can no longer be celibate rather than to survive, then sure, I guess them NOT pursuing that goal makes them involuntarily celibate.
But I'm neither involuntarily celibate nor voluntarily celibate. I just don't care about it as much as my survival in a harsh environment. It's just not that important to me.
Hell, I'd probably prefer being stuck on the island. It'd give me a chance to learn some new things.
I won't get into debt for the same reasons I've never been drunk.
I know myself too well, and I know I will get carried away. As soon as I tell myself "it's just one more drink" or "it's just one more credit card" I'm donezos.
I'm not a gambling man, because in every game that's had a gambling mini-game in it that I've played I've always gone bust.
Every time.
So, because I have a predisposition to be taken in by the sunk-cost-fallacy, I know it's best for me personally to avoid indebtedness anywhere it is present or "required."
I've paid off my student loans. I took that debt because of my ignorance and naivety. While I think the education I got was worth it, I didn't actually learn anything to be used at my current job. All I got that can be used for an occupation was a piece of paper.
Literally everything I use at my job today I learned AFTER college in my dad's shop, watching photoshop and programming videos on YouTube in between helping him move heavy crap around.
200 years ago, the vast majority of people were born and died on the same land their parents owned and doing the same job their parents did.
The modern "move out and start a family" shtick is a recent development in the grand history of human civilization. Call me old fashioned, but after dipping my toe in the "modern lifestyle" I'd rather just keep to the old way of doing things. My parent's can't complain either, because they'd be screwed if I weren't pitching in financially and physically.