Mother confessor hear my confession

[AlephNull]

Lets see. The markets tanked in 2008, that was 4 years ago, you are 22, that means you were what 18 when the markets exploded?

I doubt you were in the job market beforethe collapse. It was dog eat dog - sure there were more jobs, but lets face it if you act remotely gay you are not going to be hired by most companies. No they won't say 'Hey, your a fag, we don't hire fags.' But they just go ahead and toss your resume in the trash.

Right now and for oh about the past 4 years jobs have been far, far tighter. Now I personally haven't been out there looking for a job, and I am never mistaken for being gay (even at gay bars ) But I do know a few gay males who are slightly gay acting that have found it to be far, far, far harder to get a job than my straight mates.

Consider yourself lucky if you find a guy who does have a job - I don't care if that job is for "high-schoolers".

As for having one's act together. Most people are pretending. This isn't like it was 25 years ago when people were still going into one line of work for life. People are retooling and rethinking there options every decade, some even at a faster interval.

30 is the age when folk really buckle down and decide what to do in life. This is why a marriage in the 30's lasts over ones in the 20's.

20-something year olds are usually stupid, naive, and have no clue what the real world is like. That is what being 20 something is all about, learning, experiencing so by the time you hit 30 you have the data to really decide what you want to do in life.

Look, I had my D.Min. and a few other scraps of paper by the time I hit 24. guess what, Since age 25 I haven't exercised those degrees. I'm in 'high-schooler' work - Construction (General contractor, own my own business, in debt up to my eye balls).

Life happens - life changed my mind on a lot of preconceived notions I had about this planet in my 20's. I am not an active minister today because I no longer have any faith in the Church. I am not in nursing because I watched a dozen or so too many people die of terminal illness. Life experience changed my mind. I went back to the hard manual labor I actually loved doing when I was working myself through seminary and university.

This happens to a lot of people - a lot. My partner has a Masters in Law. Guess what, he works at Target and hasn't been in a law office as a law clerk since the mid-1990's (Oh he still has the student loan from Sally Mae). What happened? He developed seizures related to the heap of stress he was under. It was change the career or risk death. Choice, choices.

I have at least a dozen friends who have degrees that they do not use. In their 20's they thought X career would be cool. In their 30's, 40's and 50's they found their real passion.

Conversly, I knew guys in my 20's who were lay abouts, smoking pot, drinking, living off their parents that are now way up in business pulling down big bucks. One guy is part owner of a small thing called 'Facebook' (I doubt you have heard of it, few people every have). Another guy I know got in on the ground floor of Apple's Ipad, Ipod and other I-crap (The real reason why I hate I-stuff) he was shiftless and borrowed thousands of dollars from me. Now he is pulling down a 6 digit income today. (Yes he still owes me those thousands of dollars).

Times and people change.

You are 22. Do you understand that with the advances predicted in medicine over the next 25 years you will most likely live to be 120 or more? That means you have 5 times as much life ahead of you than you have behind you. That means all of those other lazy, shiftless 20-something year olds also have that much time - a century, to figure out what to do with their life when they grow up.

You have unrealistic goals set for the rest of the world. Stop it.

Thank you. Couldn't have said it better. I have goals, but its not like I am 100% certian on how to excecute them. Listen...

You are not a bad person. just go out there, love, and get lost in love. If it doesn't work out? Oh well. Thats life. Move on.