My job, my life,... my quarterlife crisis, my rant

[gbodybilly]

I guess this would be a good place to start and introduce myself. Great site, by the way. I was born into a poor family. I spent most of my high school "life" working part-time jobs. I enlisted in the Nuclear Navy for 6 years and got a good, decent waged union job getting out of the Navy. I've pretty much started working as early as I legally could and have since then. Let's just say I've had a pretty shitty life until recently, but that's all relative. I have no debt and, as a matter of fact, I'm buying a house. My job is, by no means, stressful. Everything should be fine and great. Most of the friends I've made are scattered across the country. I split with my first girlfriend since high school of 5 months about 2 months ago. I work, I come home, I eat, I sleep, repeat. I have a violent urge to just drop EVERYTHING, trade in my truck for a drop top sports car (I'm thinking Z4) and just drive. Hit Vegas, see the country, see what makes this country so great, visit my friends. But, me knowing me, I won't do it. My name is Billy, I'm 26 and this is my quarter-life crisis.

[paiger81]

Hey, at least you have your degree. My boyfriend, Kirk, grew up mentally & physically abuse, but has managed to make it through and is now in college pursuing a dual major BA. He didn't start college till he was 20 cause he has relied on scholarships and paying for it himself, he's 24 now. He got that urge to drop out of college & go to Florida.

Thankfully, he took my advice and applied for an internship at Disney World, that way he was out of college, but not technically out. He got it, and on the 14th will be gone for 8 months, with plans of going back to college when he comes back.

Why don't you try looking for some sort of job in Vegas, so you can support yourself but still fufill the fantasy?

[gbodybilly]

Actually, I don't have a degree. Alot of people consider those without "higher education" to be uneducated. This is an opinion based on personal experience. Oh, a great conversation ender when trying to pick up women at parties when asked "where'd you go to school?". Wrong crowd, I guess.

There are alot of people I knew (yes, knew, not know. Tangent here: my friends from high school have become acquaintances and my acquantances have become strangers, at least for me, it has) that would love to have what I have. It's just that I'm in such a "cozy" and comfortable position with my job and such that make it that much more difficult.

I will look back 1, 2, 5, 10, 15, 20 years from now regretting that I'm not doing it. I'm such a sissy.