I don’t really know why I’m putting this here. I guess it’s because I’ve been shot down for about the millionth time trying to get a job, I can’t sleep right now, and I generally feel like shit and need to tell somebody.
To introduce myself: I’m 20 years old, unemployed (actually I’ve never even had a job), and am a community college dropout. No friends, no money, no nothing.
All through my childhood and school I had trouble meeting new people and with large groups. Nothing could instill more fear in me than for the teacher to assign a fucking oral presentation or skit or some stupid shit like that. I’d usually just take a zero or happen to be sick from school that day to get out of it.
After high school my parents divorced and I did nothing for a year. 2002 was pretty much a complete wash for me. I was doing some work on my mother’s house, but nothing even close to having a job. Sometimes I’d be alone at home and too fucking afraid to answer the telephone or door. I would get a small panic attack just from hearing the damn phone ring. So like an idiot, I moved in with my dad and now step-mom last year. Now I live out in the country (not even in the city limits) where it is 10 miles to the closest Wal-Mart and the town only has about 16,000 people.
I was going to the local community college but was having trouble with a couple classes (not academically, but more personality-wise with the teachers and life in general) and stopped going to them. The trouble is that when I would go to the registrar’s office to drop the classes, I started getting severe panic attacks by just being near the building. My heart would start racing so fast I would feel like I was going to have a heart attack and I would start sweating like hell and I literally could not control my voice enough to talk. I must have walked by that fucking building 50 times before I was finally able to tell them I wanted to quit… about 2 weeks too late.
Net result: 3.75 GPA is now a 2.3-something, courtesy of two failed classes. Go me.
That was 6 months ago.
Now I don’t have a fucking thing to do. Nobody will hire me to what few jobs are available because I have no experience and I can barely fill out the application anyway because I don’t even know enough people to provide as references. All of this is assuming I can work up the ability to even ask for a job in the first place.
Fuck.
OK, reading through all this makes me seem like some freaky, anti-social, internet loser. Maybe I am, I don’t know. I have had friends and even a few girlfriends (all normal folks, I assure you), but it seems like ever since high school my life has been a complete waste and all because of this stupid social anxiety.
The thing is that I just can’t let this shit get me down.
I have an uncle who basically never left home and he still follows my grandparents around and has never really done anything for himself. He is 54. My other grandmother has spent every dime she ever had then borrowed way too much money and is living out her final years in a sort of self-imposed exile as her world crashes around her. She doesn’t even have running water or a working heater anymore. (We have tried to help)
Yeah. I don’t want to be like them, but damn it is hard.