Posted on 05/18/2019 3:53:35 PM PDT by GuavaCheesePuff
Not knockin’ you, pardner.
The best years of my life were in the military,
so I’m biased.
Military was a no-brainer for me as I did not want to go to college right after high school and I didn’t want to keep living with my parents either. The military wasn’t exactly like I expected it to be but it did get me out on my own at an early age and once discharged, I never had problems getting employment. In fact, I have zero experience being unemployed. One job leads right into another. In my mid 50s and I have to go back to the age of 13 when I last did not have a job. That was the year I got my paper route.
Back in the 80’s, you could enlist without a high school diploma and, IIRC, you made it through boot camp, they’d send send you to school to earn a GED and then on to AIT. Today’s armed forces are more technical and more selective. Maybe they’re more forgiving and remedial once you’re in, I don’t know. But you gotta get in and make it through basic before you can begin to really go anywhere.
My nephew says there’s an “online preliminary ASVAB” that you can take to see what the test is like. “Well...then take that until you do well on it before taking the real thing,” says I. “Get used to doing some kind of exercise in the morning, too. The better shape you are going in, the easier it will be.”
Yes, and unfortunately, some here don't realize it.
Why enter relationships or have children when so much of the world is hostile towards men?
That could be my biography, too, except I started working at that age wielding a shovel for twelve and a half cents an hour. Never a problem getting a job until over fifty. And then, fuggedaboudit. LOL
Our experiences are similar. Parents can prop kids up to give the appearance of success among their peers. But until the supports are gone and they have to start assuming their own responsibilities—with no one else to fall back upon—they aren’t fully fledged men and women. Their parents do them a disservice if they can’t build in them the confidence to strike out on their own.
I take anti-seizure medication for epilepsy. I’m only 33 and it feels like my best years are already long gone.
What does that have to do with grown men living with their parents?
I totally get some men not wanting to get married and have children but why stay home with Mom and Dad? Get yourself a bachelor pad and LIVE a little!
You still have a lot of life ahead.
You’ll be surprised. Best wishes.
For all that stuff... How do illegals do it??? It sure seems a lot of ‘em own late model trucks—even if they are bought used!
Of course, "kicking them to the curb" is an exaggeration but that is how it feels to many parents. As a result, the kids never leave and that does both a disservice to the kids (who never grow up) and to the parents (who should at that stage in their life be downsizing and saving for retirement).
There is only one restriction on these young men still living at home, and that is the restriction they place on themselves.
They are too comfortable where they are in life and are afraid to strike out on their own. Fear is a strong jail, and difficult to escape from.
The family, the schools, and society has failed them by making life too easy
Not that long ago, multi-generational households were very common — perhaps even the norm. Your blanket judgment is easily disproven.
33 is young. :-)
Here’s how to look at age: No matter what age you are, think of how you’ll look back on that age 10 years from now.
Ten years from now, when you’re 43, you’ll look back at 33 and wonder, “Why did I think my best years were gone?”
As Clint Eastwood says, “Don’t let the Old Man in.”
Keep taking your medication and being a productive and contributing member to scoiety. Keep learning new skills and apply them. Stay young at heart and keep your hand in the game. Set goals for yourself and meet them. If you need help, ask for it, get it, be thankful for whatever you get, and remember the kindness. Do all that and you can stand shoulder to shoulder with anybody.
My little miniature dachshund was named Clara. As a puppy, Clara would run around the room as fast as her little short legs would take her. Then one day, out of nowhere, she interrupted her run to leap up onto the couch, her first time ever. She stopped and looked stunned as she viewed the room from this new vantage point.
That’s what retirement was like for me. I’d expected to die on the job at 80, so when I leaped onto retirement island at 62, it was having no idea what to do. Twenty years later, I still don’t. Heh.
First generation of men where half didn’t have fathers.
In some areas they share them. Especially in LA, cars just left outside w/keys in.
When the parents (finally) croak they get to move upstairs. Adult!
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