Not Old (Yet), Not Young

I’m 28. Maybe that isn’t old, but it certainly isn’t young either. Really, I stopped being honest about my age offline after I turned 26.

I talked a little before about teaching myself coding. The good news is there are a lot of community spaces for learners and newbies. The discouraging news is I find myself very outmatched in age. It seems in so many, if not all, of these spaces, everyone started coding at the age I was still carrying around a teddy bear.

Yes, yes, I know. “You’re never too old.” But figures of speech are just that. Figures of speech. I can never stop being reminded I wasted my youthful years doing… whatever I was doing that is wildly insignificant now. If God is real, when I die, I will ask why he didn’t give me better intuition as a small child. Seriously, why did I miss out on the intuition to build a necessary skill? Probably because I was stupid and wanted to build blocks, and adults let me so I would shut up and stop crying. *sigh*

Eh. Maybe that’s harsh (probably not), but if I had a child, I would absolutely get them started on coding and programming at as early an age as possible so they avoid this problem. Even if they grew to not want a career related to IT, they’d have a skill they can fall back on. That’s the one thing I miss about not having a child. I won’t have the pleasure of watching my child have a better and brighter future than I do. Granted, I’m fantasizing, but I know I do that a lot. I’m beginning to understand why some parents live through their kids. It’s tough to admit you don’t have the capacity/capability to reach your dreams, and your kid has better chances than you via youth. That’s a terrible thing to do to a kid, but I think I understand it.

Truthfully, I don’t think I am capable of learning because coding is such a humongous field, and IT never stops evolving. There will always be things to catch up on, so I have no idea at what point I could consider myself employable, if that point can arrive. Supposedly, it’s not about memorization, but I want to see how that holds up in an actual job. I feel like it doesn’t. But I’ve also known for a long time I’m not good at anything, so why am I talking like this is surprising? It’s not, but you get my drift. I mean, I’m good at finishing coursework, but so are kindergartners, so who cares? I want a skill most tiny children don’t have, not one most do.

Well, this quickly delved into a post of self-loathing. But it’s really honesty and trying to humor myself. I remember being asked what’s unique about me, and I answered I don’t know because I don’t know. Professionally, there is nothing unique about me. I work in a warehouse, I worked in retail, and I finished coursework. By the way, roughly 39% of the US population has a bachelor’s (not associate’s, which is what mine will be) degree, and it can still not be enough to qualify for anything. It really is little more than a piece of paper to bypass filters. Part of me feels like I’m getting it solely to prove I’m not a total idiot (of course, the two are not mutually exclusive).

Do I have any positivity to add to this post? I really don’t. I’m painfully aware my thirtieth birthday is coming sooner than I would like, and I’m simply glad there is no upcoming high school reunion.

Well, I can always achieve my dreams through fictitious means. And really, my only dream was financial stability. I didn’t even reach for the sky and I still fell flat. Ouch.

Pessimism Or Realism?

There will be no “happy new year” post for 2021.

I looked back at my New Year’s Day post for 2020. Even then, I considered hoping for a good year was too much to ask for, but I had no idea just how right I would be.

I read back on my post from seven years ago where I express being happy overall I didn’t take my life. How naive of me. Absolutely everything I listed at that time became meaningless over the years. I claimed to be much better. If only I could’ve foreseen I would be so much worse.

I admire those who can continue hoping when they’re repeatedly let down, but I can’t. The only time I haven’t been let down is when I stop hoping and expect the worst. I can’t name a time I was optimistic and didn’t have it crushed. I truly can’t.

So many people would call it a “negative” point of view, but is being realistic really negative? Is it really negative to recognize when hope continually falls flat and the near future really is grim? Does absolutely everything really have a silver lining? Or do some things really suck and there is nothing more than to it than things are simply that awful?

I vote for the latter.

I mentioned in two previous posts I no longer want to be in this world. Sadly, I recently learned the method I chose for that exit has a high survival rate. So, I must either remain stuck or find access to something with a higher success rate.

Even in hoping for death, my hopes are dashed.

I truly believed 2020 could be an okay year at the very least. I don’t believe 2021 can be less than horrible. The only thing that will make it good is if it I don’t live to see it through. Tragically, unless I access a more guaranteed method to leave, it seems I will.

The only reason I have to remain alive is… to watch my DuoLingo streak grow. That isn’t really worth it.

It really isn’t.

Authority

I’ve had a problem with authoritative figures since I was a child and those issues have continued into adulthood. I like to believe most people are good, but I cannot. I completely lost faith in humanity last year, so there’s no more left to lose. However, I continually run into things that remind me I made the right choice in giving up.

http://projectunbreakable.tumblr.com/post/75703246624/nine-photographs-portraying-quotes-said-to-sexual

http://projectunbreakable.tumblr.com/post/72385476196/nine-photographs-portraying-quotes-said-to-sexual

Those links lead to posts that contain quotes from people who are sexually abused. In the first, the quotes are from people like police officers and lawyers. In the second, the quotes are from family and so-called friends.

As I said before, I still like some people, such as my best friend, but as a whole, I hate human beings. I really do.

I Give Up

I can’t do it anymore. I give up.

Despite that I am a pessimist, I do occasionally try to see the bright side of life because I know there are good things in the world. But two nights ago, I found this post on Tumblr. For those who don’t want to look, that post is about rape. I have reblogged posts about rape before on Tumblr, but that one is the most horrible, disgusting piece I’ve ever come across.

That was the last straw. That was it. I lost the last amount of faith I had in the human race. I am done with humanity. I may like some people, but I hate the human race as a whole. And I’m not alone in that. My British friend, who has more optimism than me, agreed when I told her.

Even a post that later appeared on my dashboard that showed good things happening around the world couldn’t cheer me up. I can’t believe in humanity anymore. I’m done.

Optimism Blackhole

Red Ball

Fun fact: This picture is from an article that claims pessimists live longer than optimists.

My wish for this Wednesday is optimism. I wish I could be more optimistic.

I try to look on the bright side of things, but it usually isn’t much. I can’t see the bright side until it happens. Even with things that should be happy, like graduation, I’m more focused on the negative than the positive.

Sometimes, I feel it’s because I think and analyze things too much, but it might just be how my mind works. My mind is weird as it is, so it’s possible. I do enjoy imagining the possibilities of a particular situation, however, positive or negative.

Maybe someday, I’ll become more optimistic. Maybe I’ll always be pessimistic. I don’t know. But, hey, as long as I’m not on the verge of death, I’m good for the most part.