I can respect people who strike out on their own as soon as they turn 18, but I don’t think that that, in and of itself, makes one immune to being a loser.
I agree with this. A buddy of mine is in his mid-twenties and moved back with his parents to finish his degree in order to change careers. He pays his own bills and has his own money. He stays out of his parents way and pretty much just uses their house as a place to keep his shit and sleep.
I’d say there are many exceptions when it comes to living with your parents and being a “loser.”[/quote]
Ditto both of you. Very intelligent answers.
Something that does surprise me are college students who don’t work at all, not even during summer break. I know a man who is 19 or 20 now, and is finishing up his undergrad. He lived in the dorms at school and at his parents home in the summer.
However, his parents would send him $125 a week via PayPal during the semester for gas, his cell phone, etc. He was on his parents car insurance, they paid for it. He blew most of the money on junk food. His parents weren’t rich–his mother had to get a minimum-wage job, and most of paycheck went to him.
During the summer, he usually sat at home all day eating.
Also, I know a woman who just turned 41. No friends, never had a boyfriend, etc, and she can’t understand why. Here is her situation, however. She lived with her parents until she was 38. She’s been an undergrad working towards a 4-year-degree every year since she was 18. Not joking. She constantly, obsessively changes majors and schools, not to mention she fails about 50% of her classes.
When her parents finally kicked her out, they still paid for everyone single expense she had, including rent. Finally, when she turned 40, they said they were going to get touch and only pay her rent, that she had to pay everything else.
She is constantly in tears, talking about how hard her life is, and that she can’t get a job. The last job she managed to get paid $400 a week. She spent eight hours a day washing dishes by hand. That’s it. She didn’t have to wear any special clothes, she didn’t have to come in early, she could listen to an mp3 player or bring in a small TV while working–the most easy, mindless job in the world.
She complained that it was too difficult, that she had to sort the dishes into specific locations in the kitchen after finishing and that they gave her a 5-page manual to memorize that would teach her where to put things, what do in the event that she broke a plate, etc.
She worked a week and then quit. She will be doing another semester this fall. She still have no degree. Her parents still pay for most of her things. She still complains about not having a job.