Amy (not her real name) sat in my office and wiped her streaming tears on her sleeve, refusing the scratchy tissues I’d offered. “I’m thinking about just applying for a Ph.D. program after I graduate because I have no idea what I want to do.” Amy had mild depression growing up, and it worsened during freshman year of college when she moved from her parents’ house to her dorm. It became increasingly difficult to balance school, socializing, laundry, and a part-time job. She finally had to dump the part-time job, was still unable to do laundry, and often stayed up until 2 a.m. trying to complete homework because she didn’t know how to manage her time without her parents keeping track of her schedule.
I suggested finding a job after graduation, even if it’s only temporary. She cried harder at this idea. “So, becoming an adult is just really scary for you?” I asked. “Yes,” she sniffled. Amy is 30 years old.
This has been around for a while, but it’s worth a mention. You think the Boomers are fucked up? At least we weren’t sitting around at the age of thirty, weeping and moaning because we were incapable of doing our own laundry.
These people are pathetic. I don’t know what else to say. This is our future?
We are so boned.
Yank your big girl panties up, bitch! (And that goes for you man-children, too)!