This is defeatist bullshit, sorry. I’m actively building my future with my future husband by renovating a 130 year old home, and traveling the country doing industrial control wiring work. We have a dog and a roommate and friends and family we see frequently. We both love music, art, food, cooking, traveling, living in the city and seeing bands, friends, getting drinks and dinner and being social. I will walk my dog far up and down the river and to different parks and trails. I exercise and my mental and physical health is miles better than it was when I was a depressed 22 year old ten years ago.

Don’t get me wrong, sometimes life fucking sucks. I’ve lived it. I still have to push myself really hard to achieve the goals I want and sometimes that involves working 14 hours in a pickle line getting sprayed with hot itchy shit at a steel mill in bumfuck nowhere Arkansas to make money so I can come home and build us a new kitchen for example.

I understand not everyone’s circumstances can permit this type of thing. But there’s a whole world of possibility and opportunity that involves waking up at the ass crack of dawn every day and working with your hands.