In about five months, I'll be 28. It's finally dawned on me how little I've accomplished. Sure, I have some accomplishments. I beat cancer at age 18 and I'm the first and so far only man in my family to earn a Bachelor's Degree. But apart from that, it's all been disappointment and failure. I failed to become a teacher, I can't keep a job for longer than a year, and my attempts at starting a writing career have all stalled out for one reason or another.
Meanwhile, I go on social media and see my old friends, classmates, and co-workers succeeding. They're buying homes when I can't even afford an apartment. They're getting married and having kids when I haven't even dated let alone had sex. They're starting their careers while mine fizzled out and I can't get a job at McDonald's. I know people who are doctors, lawyers, published authors, and professional athletes. Me? I'm just a joke. A big, fat joke. I'm starting to think this is all my life will amount to, and it pisses me off to no end. All that time (and money) going to school, trying to educate and better myself and it didn't add up to a hill of beans. Why even bother anymore? Growing up, people used to tell me I would never amount to anything. I guess they were right.