That even though I disagree with society and the direction it's gone, if I want an at-least normal life and a relationship, I have to act pretty much the same as if I did agree with it.
There doesn't seem to be any way to disagree, in a way that actually improves anything. All you will end up doing, is hurting yourself.
All I know is, I don't like or agree with society. I feel like it's full of hypocrisy and lies, dysfunction, and is straight-up evil, rotten to the core.
At the same time I always knew I didn't want my life to be like how my parents' lives are turning out, either.
They weren't subculture members or anything like that, that actively went against society.
They just didn't pick good majors, didn't get good careers, probably at least somewhat hooked on media, and the situation just got worse from there, from "unfashionable/unglamorous but still at least livable" in my youth to "actually sucking" from the mid-2010s to today.
I don't feel like they had a plan, I feel like they just kind of winged it.
And just to be clear, alcohol, drugs, or crime were not factors at all.
But I'm afraid I can't do much better, even if I had a plan. I feel like any plan I could make would be ruined by inherent incompetence. I feel like I just won't be able to get enough things right, or I'll forget something, or do it in the wrong order, or won't be able to anticipate everything.
I think it put me off hard work, because I saw them work and get nowhere anyway.
I saw lots of people work and get nowhere anyway - everyone in stores, restaurants, other customer service stuff, the guys that mow lawns - even jobs that require degrees, but are just the wrong fields. Working on something just to not get paid, always seemed stupid to me - like why the hell would you go into something that doesn't pay anything? But it's a trap a lot of people seem to fall into.
Also, I never had anything that I felt like I could work hard and get good. I worked, and nothing happened. My input had no meaningful, significant effect.
It didn't seem to be just about working hard, it seemed like something else. I always thought that "something else" was "being born special/superior", "being born as the right kind of person with the right body, brain, mind, interests, personality" which I felt like I was not, WE were not, because we were basically behind everyone else here, except for the few that were doing really badly - basically we were doing as low as you could go while still living in a house instead of renting. But I never wanted this lifestyle either. I always wondered, why can other people get it together and get ahead, but not us? What the f*ck? Why is this who we are?
Life always seemed split into two groups: people who things worked out for, and people that life didn't work out for, and we seemed like we were in the latter camp. I wonder how much different our lives would be, or how much different I would be, if we tried harder. Was there any way we could have been successful, or were we always doomed to this misery? Maybe the other kids from professional backgrounds grew up feeling like the system worked, because it worked for their parents so they thought they had the same genes to allow it to work for them as well. I didn't have this. I saw us not getting organized, not getting ahead of our problems, not getting any traction, always struggling and getting nowhere and just giving in to screens. This, plus my own feelings that I lacked any sort of high cards that made me strong at anything/made anything particularly easy for me, made me catch on fast at anything, made me feel like we just weren't people that life wanted to work out for, and it wouldn't have mattered if we tried to do the right thing, to the letter - we just weren't competent enough. I've tried doing things in the past, lots of things, but I never felt any particular aptitude for anything. It's got to be one of the things I hate about myself the most, because it's made my life hell.
That said, my brother grew up in the exact same situation, and is now living a life that I considered reserved for "the better people". Or at least he is on track for it. He's already been living many times better than we ever have, for a while now. So maybe it is possible for me too, and this discouragement is all in my head. With me, I got discouraged, angry, and quit. Maybe it didn't affect him as deeply, or he responded to it in a different way.
I guess that's the thing. I'm afraid that I'm like this too, and nothing I could do will work. Therefore I am not inspired to try. Pessimism is like a drug, and I've been a lifelong user. Even as an elementary school kid I was pessimistic. I got it ingrained early, that if you weren't naturally one of the top people, it was hopeless and you might as well forget it/not rack your brains about it because it won't do you any good anyway.
Basically,
coming from an unsuccessful background where we struggled with things other people seemed to not struggle with,
combined with thinking I didn't have naturally strong enough traits to be successful at anything,
and that you had to be good to start with in order to be able to get better and I wasn't,
really f*cked me up, made me feel powerless, hopeless, and uninterested in anything,
because I felt like whatever, it's probably not going to work out for me anyway, we couldn't do it, other people can't do it, so what the hell makes me think it's going to go any differently or better for me when I don't feel special either?