>>297472Absolutely correct. Even your own parents don't sympathise with you and think you're this way cause you want to be this way. They don't understand what factors cause us to be NEETs. And that things are already beyond our control.
I don't know if anyone will read this but my parents are quite abusive, now this sounds like a paradox because I live as a NEET in their house in the third world so I am completely dependent upon my parents.
I am truly grateful for what they've done for me but I don't love them very much, because as a child they abused me quite a bit, my father in particular is a weird kind of redpill/self-improvement man.
Anytime to every-time that I try to talk to them. They just tell me to just "be positive", and they tell me that all the things that are going wrong with me is because I am not positive. And that if you don't think positive then positive things don't happen to you.
My father keeps on showing me entrance exams in the country where competition is so high that it's not worth participating, he says how would I know that if I haven't tried yet, but the truth is that I spend a lot of my life studying and failing in academics all while my family "supported" me by saying that it's just that it's in my head and how would I know if I don't try, but the truth is I knew, and the results when I tried were that failures piled on me. I failed a lot of exams and that broke me to the core, turns out I am just not the studious kind.
I don't really get along well with my father, not at all, I kinda want to leave but at the same time I recognise that I need his support, and it crushes me from inside.
I also have a lot of resentment from my childhood because my parents used to beat me, abuse me, curse me out, etc. I know that I am only alive because of them and they must love me to keep me alive, but it feels like I am sort of owed it now because of all the suffering I went through as a kid, but at the same time I don't want to be dependent upon my parents at all.
In times like this, I truly wish I was a succubus, all I would need to do to survive as a succubus is to do basic household chores and get married off, I wish I was born a succubus. I say this not because I like or enjoy cocks, on the contrary the thought of being intimate with a man repulses me to the core, so I am not some
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