Well said!
And totally right.
If you are scrapping to survive but not actually surviving why bother?
I think this is why my daughter is similar to the original post. Not as old yet but the writings on the wall.
I question if her seeing both parents bust ass, and I mean bust ass while they were young and still struggle has made her think "why bother?"
This is exactly why i checked out of relationships. I never saw a happy couple in my childhood. Every hated their partner in my family and friend group and i never wanted to get with someone to just fake happiness and be miserable.
Yeap. I have a friend who has a 17 year old daughter. High anxiety about life.
She told her mum the reason she's stressing over exams / high grades is wanting to be a psychiatrist JUST to be able not to worry about putting food on the table. It's devastating
There is no option for balance, two spouses working full time plus is what is needed just to get the downpayment together for an entry level, very modest home.
Most men cannot afford to provide a home to a woman. When my grandfather got married he was a draftsman working in a project office on a big construction project. He was able to afford a ring, a wedding and to buy a home for about 2.1X his income. It was a nice semi detached house in a cul-de-sac with 3 bedrooms and a driveway. He and my grandma lived there for 50 years. This was in 1955 - there was still the last auspices of war time rationing in my country that year. I believe Bananas and certain tropical fruits and nuts were very hard to come by.
I live in a 2Mx5M tool shed I rent from a crooked Indian guy for cash. I had to do some work on it to make it habitable. Its cheaper than a room in a house share and nicer than living in my car. I drive a 17 year old car I just had to put a used engine in because the original blew up and I would be screwed if I didn't do all my own work and a good scrapyard to help me out.
I couldn't even afford a ring even if I did have a woman let alone any of the other stuff. I'm just on my own waiting until the globalists finally decide to kill us all or the race war comes.
What is insane to me is that I manage, I even manage to save something some months and I haven't gone hungry or cold. I have no idea how the normies are surviving except by loading up their credit cards.
God is protecting you, apparently. I work full-time, and my wife part-time. We rent, and probably will until the aftermath of the financial collapse settles. We get by, and even thrive a bit. We're autistic about managing our credit scores and never taking on more debt than we can handle. I look at yearly, quarterly, and monthly expenses + overhead and plan out accordingly. Thankfully, we can access really low interest debt and use it as a buffer to maintain our expenses while not suffering for want. It's like juggling a Jenga tower. But we manage.
You know what tended to motivate me? It was reading stories about people that overcame tremendous odds to survive, to make it despite their difficulties.
Every time I felt like quitting, I would think of those that survived the USS Indianapolis sinking or those who were forced to built the Trans Siberian Railroad, or of Shackleton's men trapped on the frozen island who never gave up.
Even the fantasy tales of my youth motivated me, like:
John Henry said to his captain, a man ain't nothing but a man, but before I let that steam drill beat me down, oh, I'll die with this hammer in my hand.
Growing up, when ever I expressed a difficulty, my father would always say, "But you can handle it can't you", and the answer would always be yup.
I memorized things like Tennyson's Ulysses, when I was young, and Act 3 Scene I of Shakespeare's Julius Caesar.
Tennyson's Ulysses:
Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Well said! And totally right. If you are scrapping to survive but not actually surviving why bother? I think this is why my daughter is similar to the original post. Not as old yet but the writings on the wall. I question if her seeing both parents bust ass, and I mean bust ass while they were young and still struggle has made her think "why bother?"
This is exactly why i checked out of relationships. I never saw a happy couple in my childhood. Every hated their partner in my family and friend group and i never wanted to get with someone to just fake happiness and be miserable.
Yeap. I have a friend who has a 17 year old daughter. High anxiety about life. She told her mum the reason she's stressing over exams / high grades is wanting to be a psychiatrist JUST to be able not to worry about putting food on the table. It's devastating
There is no option for balance, two spouses working full time plus is what is needed just to get the downpayment together for an entry level, very modest home.
Most men cannot afford to provide a home to a woman. When my grandfather got married he was a draftsman working in a project office on a big construction project. He was able to afford a ring, a wedding and to buy a home for about 2.1X his income. It was a nice semi detached house in a cul-de-sac with 3 bedrooms and a driveway. He and my grandma lived there for 50 years. This was in 1955 - there was still the last auspices of war time rationing in my country that year. I believe Bananas and certain tropical fruits and nuts were very hard to come by.
I live in a 2Mx5M tool shed I rent from a crooked Indian guy for cash. I had to do some work on it to make it habitable. Its cheaper than a room in a house share and nicer than living in my car. I drive a 17 year old car I just had to put a used engine in because the original blew up and I would be screwed if I didn't do all my own work and a good scrapyard to help me out.
I couldn't even afford a ring even if I did have a woman let alone any of the other stuff. I'm just on my own waiting until the globalists finally decide to kill us all or the race war comes.
What is insane to me is that I manage, I even manage to save something some months and I haven't gone hungry or cold. I have no idea how the normies are surviving except by loading up their credit cards.
God is protecting you, apparently. I work full-time, and my wife part-time. We rent, and probably will until the aftermath of the financial collapse settles. We get by, and even thrive a bit. We're autistic about managing our credit scores and never taking on more debt than we can handle. I look at yearly, quarterly, and monthly expenses + overhead and plan out accordingly. Thankfully, we can access really low interest debt and use it as a buffer to maintain our expenses while not suffering for want. It's like juggling a Jenga tower. But we manage.
This is it exactly. They’re demoralized by the slave system we live in. Totally normal for our generation unfortunately.
You know what tended to motivate me? It was reading stories about people that overcame tremendous odds to survive, to make it despite their difficulties.
Every time I felt like quitting, I would think of those that survived the USS Indianapolis sinking or those who were forced to built the Trans Siberian Railroad, or of Shackleton's men trapped on the frozen island who never gave up.
Even the fantasy tales of my youth motivated me, like:
John Henry said to his captain, a man ain't nothing but a man, but before I let that steam drill beat me down, oh, I'll die with this hammer in my hand.
Growing up, when ever I expressed a difficulty, my father would always say, "But you can handle it can't you", and the answer would always be yup.
I memorized things like Tennyson's Ulysses, when I was young, and Act 3 Scene I of Shakespeare's Julius Caesar.
Tennyson's Ulysses:
Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.