I've already have mentioned my issue with getting employed. Sure it's been just two months, nothing special or serious to care about, right? well no, there are things to care about, some real issues.
First of all is a loan I have, I took one in August in need to buy myself new laptop cuz old one got to act very bad, so it was a matter of if I want to stick to a dying piece of hardware that, however, have served me well and helped to cope with certain issues back in a day (via digital drawing, as per usual), and if it dies not going for anything else. Or take a new one and continue to work on my thing. I picked the second option. Sure there were certain regrets about that at first but it was worth it.
Second is that I'm 30 years old. Again, nothing really special or concerning. At first. But for some people that don't happen to have to deal with question of unemployment or don't have such friends who have issues in finding their place in life it's the kind of a big deal to me, especially knowing that my skills and knowledge are one thing and what I can deliver, what I can apply to as an employee are completely different matters at hand.
And like I said, I have a law degree. Useless one, in fact, because I haven't been a good student, wasn't interested in getting educated in this field and my thoughts and prayers were aimed toward completely different paths in life. I've wasted four years for this degree, and right after I've ended my institute stage in life I've been conscripted to "glorius" Russian army. Conscription is a thing there and one year wasted for nothing is... well, still a waste of time. But I was dumb, and also was blackmailed by my own family into signing the contract (also was forced to take the law degree route at institute, again, because of my family who were too persistent with their mindfuckery at the time and it wasn't much of a big deal to push me toward decisions they expected me to take, because at that time due to my... character? I've been rather a "homeboy" instead of street menace lad with all da hot chicks on my dong... that sounds cringe but nevermind.)
Army took 3 years of my life from me, I've got robbed of my money by person that I thought was understanding and emphatic guy, who understood my struggles but in the end he was just syphoning out my earnings and blackmailing me too. It took me 4 psychosis episodes and one suicide confession to realise that this faggot have been parasiting on me. My health, both physical and mental have deteriorated a lot ever since I've reached the 1,5 years of service mark and since which time this faggot was robbing me off. Wasn't able to tell my family, so it was hard to tell them that I've fucked up badly, and done some shit I shouldn't have. Things got resolved but after some time and while I was already discharged from service via medical condition that was tied to my mental well-being and few injuries that I have to live with because healthcare in my region is this good, yes.
Funnily enough I tried to use my degree in army, it turned out that it wasn't good idea in a slightest. Being appointed to basically a klerk worm work is, to put it lightly, is very humiliating and frustrating thing. You're never good, everyone shits on you 24\7 and no respect will be given to you, ever.
After army I have returned back, broken and mentally burnt up. I took New Year hoolidays for grab back some touch with reality, got myself together and managed to find myself a job quite fast. Convenience store, no big deal, the paycheck is lower that I was getting in army in last months but definitely better than nothing. Things were okay, got a promotion quite fast even (though I did not wanted it because I have not wanted to deal with much of responsibility at the time), but my leg issues got to remind me about themselves. Spent 9 months at this job and quit because my last director was literally a faggot, always whiny basic bitch who also was eagerly ratty and trying to make the work crew to have a grudge between each other for no adequate reason. So I quit, I was looking up for another job for half a year, got a job at beer factory, was a fine work but I've got fired due to management was tasked with personel optimisation due to shrink in demand (it happened in in December of 2022, some time after Crimean bridge got Allah BoomBoom'd by somebody)
Then again, half a year without any job, I was looking hard for any, in the end I've agreed with myself that I have to try to go to the store near me, the food store that have opened just few months ago. And I did. Back to cashier role, half a year passed and I've become administrator... and I work in this position until January of this year... tsk, yeah. And now I look again for work.
Now about my past and present in general. I've never been a talkative kid, always was in line with myself alone, have tried making friends but due to my temper and all of us being young and retarded it never worked out. School have taught me things, but haven't gifted me the passion for education in me, instead it have injected the hatred and loathe toward people around me in my veins, all because of school bullying, harrassment from both my classmates and teachers, from my peers. Hell, parents of mine at some point, even. All of it have turned me into a guy with a lot of trust and social skills issues, I still can't get over myself to get to start convos with randoms with a goal to get to know someone new, to make new relations. No, instead of this I still cling to myself, like being in the shell I don't feel comfortable to get out from and that really hurts sometimes. To the point that those new relationships of friendly matter I had are all just... gone. I have nobody I'd considered friends, even among former colleagues that I still talk with from time to time. They are good people, but I don't want to be a nausea and annoyance, I know I would be because, like some high functioning autist, I'm still socially awkward as fuck.
I carry this burden through. Some progress have been made, yes, I've got to be more... "bright spirited" in conversations with people, irl? But that's not enough. At all. And I don't know what to do with that right now because all my time I either spend looking up for job applications and going to interviews or spending my time at home helping my dad with stuff due to his age and health issues are not allowing much of stuff to be done alone anymore, or being in my room and trying to distract myself from how meaningless and empty the life of mine is.
That's bad. I agree with this. And trust me I tried to fix it, and not once, but many times. And all the times I fail, because I have nobody to trust, nobody to get support from (my parents don't help with this and, to say more, they have the issues of their own and have involved me in their feud to the point that I got to express my loathe toward their decisions and inability to solve their marriage and cheating issues without me. I'm not the person who have to deal with all this, they are, for fuck sake!), so I can only expect something to be done from myself alone, and... I just don't feel like I can pull it anymore. I'm completely dissatisfied, nave no motivation to move forward, alone (I don't count my parents and brother, I don't have family of my own as well), and with nothing to look for in the future, to be honest. And that just sickens me.
I understand all well that probably more than a half of these issues are my own doing. I have supposed to do wiser decisions, not looking up for my family to guide me toward what's best for me because they always pick either what's best for them or what will be useless for me in general. And right now I listen to some music to keep myself concentrated and not get into another giult trip, I've had enough of these but cannot help to flaggelate myself mentally more and more because I don't feel I do enough. In fact, I really do NOT do enough.
Have to be thin, slick lad, but I'm not, supposed to have family and kids already and I'm not, to have prestigious job or at least one that pays well and I'm not... I have nothing of my own except for things I've bought myself, for myself. And these are just few commodities that, in fact, if they'll get gone I'll have nothing else.
Back in army days due to all the shit I had in life then I was having suicidal thoughts. They have also commited to me ending up in mental rehab ward in military hospital. No I didn't planned to kill myself, it wasn't worth it then. It's not worth it now as well and yet, I'm getting these envasive thoughts again... as if wathing me die in different ways due to various reasons while I'm sleeping for last few years wasnt enough...
I don't think psychologist would help. In fact, they might to just appoint me to mental institution where I'll either die for actual or will get sedated\tortured to the point I'll iether turn into veggie or actual psychopath. I don't want that. I don't want anything but to get an answer for myself regarding what to do, how to deal with current challenges and struggles, how to at least numb the pain that don't give me to walk normally for 5 years, how to find a love in my life and to learn what love actually is, after all... cuz I cannot tell if I do really know what this feeling is or I'm just not capable or understanding it, understanding myself at some stuff...