ugh I heard something on the radio yesterday talking about people extending their adolescence into their thirties by living at home so as to save money etc.
How gross. No, really, I find that pathetic. Maybe it's partly the parent's fault, I've noticed that in the past decade or so, people seem to have become really babied. What is that about? Why should anyone have the right to mooch off their parents in order to save money and not struggle?
I kind of thought you were supposed to struggle in your twenties, that's how you get to be doing ok in your thirties. And if you are still struggling in your thirties, then fuck son, keep struggling, don't be a pussy. I lived at home until 23 while going to college (and had to pay rent for the privilege) and felt like that was pushing it way over the line.
Fuck, nothing is less attractive than a man (or woman for that matter) living at home spending money on partying and gaming and clothes and a new car etc. under the guise of "saving money" and oh, they are like 34 years old to boot.
What sort of person wants to be taken home to a date's parent's house? Ew.
Our society is so backwards. Nobody can fucking take care of themselves anymore. I'd say get some self-respect but that doesn't even exist anymore anyway so why bother.






3 dirty hippies blowing your mind:
I COMPLETELY agree with this.
Well, except for one thing: IMO kids should be able to stay at hom rent-free IF they are in post-secondary full-time. I'm doing the "living on my own and going to university" thing and it BLOWS.
Besides that, our society babies people WAY too much, especially people in their late 20's/early 30's. I know a couple 30+yr old living at home and I'm mortified for them.
I have seen this get steadily worse and while I fully believe early 20-somethings can be exceptionally driven, I think there's far too much mollycoddling while their parents allow them to "find themselves."
I put myself through college and while I did move back home for a couple months when I was 23 it was merely to save up money and strike out on my own in the big city! And I wasted no time in doing so.
Hey, the college years are fun, but when they're over it's time to let go and start acting like an adult.
It's just such a weird thing, to NOT want to get out on your own, it is to me anyway. I can't imagine keeping my sanity (or my parent's keeping theirs)if I'd lived at home any longer than I did. Like I said, I probably had put in a few too many extra years at 23. (I might have been 22, whatever, it still felt too long).
I was raised to have a bit of pride and I don't think it was just me. It was embarrassing to even ask for financial help; you do what you need to and muddle through. I have had help from my family of course over the years, but NOT because I expected it or asked for it.
I'm not that old so I'm amazed how quickly things changed with our society.
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