Terrible?
I'm not surprised.
No, not you millenials raised on wealth. Though I'm sure you worked hard and were educated well, you're not the standard millenial.
Why? Well, although I'm sure you could be the next Steve Jobs, you also have the better opportunity to be the next Steve Jobs.
Similar to the conversation I had the other day with a friend--the one about wealthier countries that should churn out better athletes than poorer countries, because wealth supplies the best nutrition and opportunity for success--wealthier families will churn out lesser stressed children when the time comes to actually be an adult. Especially with a decent percentage of those children being given a great job for their father's/mother's business. Not only do they not have to worry about student loans (pfft, what are they?) but they also won't have to worry about job search.
The only thing less stressful than getting grandfathered into a roll by your parents/relatives is your actual grandfather picking you up when you're a toddler, and walking around with you until you go night-night for your nappy nap.
Yeah, we understand the rewarding feeling we get when we bust our asses to secure a position in the career position you chose. It's pretty great! But don't get so comfy. Corporations nowadays throw all caution to the wind with yearly lay-offs as if their billions of dollars in revenue just didn't cut it this year.
Oh, and where do we live after get these jobs? Well, if we're lucky we make just enough to live happily...with our parents. Apartments? Bahaha screw that. If you want to know how to dispose of money without actually throwing it in the trash, live in an apartment. I say this well aware of the fact that I may one day live in an apartment. I have friends that live in apartments. I mean, of course I do! My friends are millenials, after all! Real ones! Those hard working, blue collar workers. They didn't want to live with their parents anymore, or were able to find multiple roommates to make living in an apartment virtually inexpensive by today's living standards, and for them, that's great! Living with our parents sucks, doesn't it?
Yes, but at the whopping price of nothing I get to keep the shackles of living at home around my ankles until that most appropriate apartment scenario comes around that I mentioned.
Yes, but at the whopping price of nothing I get to keep the shackles of living at home around my ankles until that most appropriate apartment scenario comes around that I mentioned.
Until then, all the stress, and none of the change.
But, ya know, maybe I'll hit the lottery.
- PatInTheHat
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