Hey. I am getting completely, COMP-FUCKING_LETELY fed up with being so depressed for so long for what I can only really define as no reason. I have been a fully functional adult on this earth for let me see, about two years now, and I am already thrown into depression at where I see myself going, or not going in life. I have only just arrived as an adult! Up until I was at least 15, I never ever got depressed because I wasnt *winge* "Acheiving something"! Why start now, at the very start of the real race, why not go slow and steady, and take small little steps out into the world, break them down into manageabe shuffles that give me the option of looking around and maybe grabbing something I want out of live? Everyone is so gung-ho to get going, but they're not even realising that it is just history repeating itself. We always look forward to a future hoping it will be better purely because its not the present. Regardless of where we are, we're always looking to something else. And instead of someone saying, Hey, You stupid young bastard! You're a stupid young bastard, even if you fall into a good time by accident right now you wouldn't even recognise it, so calm the fuck down, leave fate alone and do your own thing for a little while, until you know who the hell you are and what you want out of life. I am fed up with "Love the questions, love the answers, love the adversity of life, love living, love learning and failing." What A load of TOTAL FUCKING ASTERISK! You probably all know what Im talking about, all those things that we have all started telling ourselves since leaving College, or since verging on leaving college, or leaving school or whatever. We feel bad, because we have no idea what to do. We suddenly realise that the college course we chose wont give us the job we want, or that it takes that much more work than you were expecting, or that you would rather work part time and have no responsibilities, or maybe all of the above, or maybe you've just suddenly realised that you're not going to be a rockstar or fashion designer, pro footballer or worlds greatest writer, actor, filmmaker or race car driver. These things take time to get over. Are we coming to terms with adulthood, or with disappointment, or with self-loathing, or with limiting our expectations. Surely we aren't happy accepting our limitations in society? So why are we getting depressed or angry and taking it out on ourselves? We either thrive under society's values or reject them. I dont want a shit job. I dont care too much about earning shit money, but I dont want to spend 40 hours a week having my soul sucked out through a straw inserted in a small metaphor in my neck. So why dont we just say no? Lets analyse it... We need to work for 40 hours at least every week, because? We need to make money money money above all else, even above happiness? Money isnt the source of happyness. Just cos thats what our parents have been telling us for 20 years doesnt mean that that is the case. We are brought up to be part of a generation and a movement that we couldnt possible care about. We should be pushing limits, Homo Ludens, further on towards the line of human self-actualisation. We were never meant for this post-Tayloristic reality! Come on! I dont care how many self help books I read, as long as I stay in this world, in Telecommunications industry world, or the IT universe, or anything to do with profiteering, there'll be a bad taste in my mouth.