Yesterday was one of those days where I felt so down that I could seriously have finished it all. If I was religious and believed there were better things after death then I would probably have done it, but me, I am a realist and know that when you die, that's it and anyone who trys to tell me otherwise I suggest they prove it!
Public holidays seem to have this effect on me, yes it's nice not to have to work but when your bosses are as tight as mine and don't pay you for the day off it seems pretty pointless, especially as your family either think that as you have a day off that you want to spend the day with them or doing jobs around the house. Who are they kidding?! The truth is you would rather do anything else but that! Unfortunately all your friends are either stuck with their family or are so loved up with their other halves that you are stuck with your family for the day when you would rather be at work. Let's face it work is easier than relatives and you get paid for it!
Yes, I will be the first to admit that I am jealous of my mates who are in steady relationships and soon to be married. I look at my life and think what the fuck do I have to show for the past 29 years? The answer is not a lot, yeah, I have travelled and worked with a few famous people but I'm not happy and settled like them, instead I am permanently asking myself where is my life going? Then I realise the answer is nowhere and the future looks pretty miserable.
Then there's the parents who think we have it so easy today compared to when they were young. I feel like saying "What fucking planet are you living on?"
In their day they could leave school after failing all their exams, still get a good job and own their first property by the age of 22. Now the house prices are the equivalent of 20 years earnings and we have so many people in the country that the jobs are gone and our health system is close to bankruptcy.
"Wake up Mum" You had it easy and now you are going to retire and enjoy old age while we work to pay your pension.
In the meantime, I sit here pulling my hair out thinking how the hell am I going to afford to buy a house.
Is it me or is the thought of the future is just depressing?