Frankly, I think this version is more accurate, lol. However, it isn't just relegated to 22 year olds who won't get their shit together. Sadly, I've had to do plenty of breaking up with people in their 30s and 40s because I felt like hanging out with them had about the same fulfillment as being around a spoiled 13 year old brat. There was a teenager griping to me in the grocery store about not liking his job and I was kinda like, "Wait til you make it to CorporaPe America, pal. It only gets better, cherie." I recently had to let a friendship go because the guy was like a male Debbie Downer. Lots of drama. Everything was all about him and nothing was ever good. I would try to be supportive or offer suggestions or help but it was not wanted. That's when I realized that I was repeating a bad pattern of trying to "fix" the wounded bird. And I got the hell outta Dodge before it spiraled any further. But I see the attitude a lot. The world owes them something for existing and they should get endless praise and rewards for any single thing and every single thing. Or, if they do actually have to assume some form of adult responsibility, they are resentful and behave like martyrs. "Oh, I have to hold down a full time job. I will crawl on the cross now." "I have to care for an aging parent who still pays all my bills and allows me to live at home rent free. I am so incredibly put upon." You know what? Go fuck yourself. Nobody said adulthood was going to be a party but you still have to do it. I worked so hard in my current job and felt like I was getting nowhere. Like running in quicksand. It was one of the things that fueled my depression and made me strongly consider changing jobs again. As one of my colleagues said to me in a moment of genuine candor, "When I first started in this job, I got gang-raped. It takes some time to pay your dues and get wise." So very true. I am glad that I stuck with this and pushed through. Like my colleague, I too had to wise up because I was getting the shaft financially. Busting my ass and not getting fair recognition for it. But I kept after it, day after day and I have finally gotten to the gold at the end of the rainbow.
That's what you do: you work hard and you pay your dues. You don't give up. (http://businessbookeagle.blogspot.com/2010/11/book-review-trump-never-give-up.html) I find it so hard to respect: giver-uppers, martyrs, spoiled brats, yuppie assholes, trust fund babies with no jobs, Debbie Downers, and/or constant whiners. Some things in life truly are catastrophes. (Thank God for grief counselors.) But every small setback is not a major tragedy. People who treat a paper cut as though they have lost an entire limb piss me off.
Don't go away mad; just go away and get gainfully employed. LOL
