shame
The last two days, post big celebrations that involved drinking, weed, and tobacco, have left me in a puddle of shame. I moved to New York and although I'm happy being here, I am not earning enough to support myself and need help from my mother. That alone makes me feel worthless and like an idiot for moving here. Those thoughts have compounded along with negative thoughts about my career choice. I'm an real estate agent in the city and all I can think about is how worthless the job is and how messed up society is. I'm just helping the real estate owners get richer and richer, widening the gap of equality. The problem is I don't have any other skills that I can survive off. Those are about 60% of the negative thoughts I've been having. The other portion is my lack of social IQ. I met up with a bunch of old friends for one of their birthdays and after smoking some weed I noticed how unbelievably out I touch I was with their going-ons. I barely knew anything about ...