I've succumbed to an early-mid twenties depression where I want to get my life started. Or even more depressing...my life has already started and it sucks.
Generally speaking, I feel that my generation believes we are entitled to many things. Entitled, so we don't need to work and push (REALLY push) our way from the bottom to the top, or wherever we strive to be. I managed to be employed for a full year after graduating from college, and now that I'm stuck waiting for my unemployment checks (where are they!?!?!) I can't help but feel disappointed in myself. I admit a part of me feels entitled--did I not slave away at university while working my way to pay for my classes and books? It's a childish thought and now I'm suppressing it.
I should move back home. In the boonies. Middle of nowhere. Collect unemployment there and finish up my classes I'm currently taking for paralegal studies. Fight against my parents who'd love to send me to law school (I gave myself a few years to think about that one) and work at a coffee shop to pay my credit card bills.
I loved living on my own after college. I will hate feeling restricted again and becoming an errand-girl for my parents who I know will make me do numerous things for them because "I have time".
But, my parents love me. They will house me, feed me, and support me. Sigh. One more month left to find work before I pack my bags.
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