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I can't tell sci fi from reality anymore. Someone could be reading about "Jeff Bezos and Elon Musk combine to create an A.I called J.E.S.K. (Just Enother Science Kontraption) and I'd swallow that pill without water. And i know I ain't the only one

So question to all those out there. We're all stuck in quarantine and we should all be staying safe if you can. But while we're stuck inside I have been having a lot of existential questions

How does one make money? And can I rant for a bit?

Like I know one must work and have skills that would be useful to their job but... I have none!

I joke to my friends I just want to be a trophy husband for a nice guy but idk if it's a joke anymore. I honestly have no idea what I'm capable of and I feel like my family is disappointed in me. They complain all the time and my dad, father of five is claiming now that I'm living here and at the age of 18 I should be supporting them.

I'm the youngest, the others have stayed at home into their mid 20's and didn't have to pay rent or buy groceries but I have. They ask when I'm going to get a job, they've told me I probably shouldn't go to college that I'm not the education type (Told me to drop out of HS before that was a fun year of dealing with that). I do the best I can, dishes, laundry, vacuuming and garbage, then outside work like trimming trees and bushes, then moving limbs, then having to burn them and repeat, I now the lawn and lay out mulch. Also cleaned up dog shit from dog pens that was a nightmare.

I hate the outside stuff, I understand the needs but I feel like it's an actual job with nothing pushing me forward other then punishment. I know I'm breaking my body, I limp, I walk weird because one leg is always bent. My back is always in pain from how heavy some of the stuff is and I'm not strong ( I'm a Twink sue me). Anyway they don't take me seriously when I try and talk about it, and my only other sibling living here rarely helps me out, since she has a job she doesn't have to do yard work or clean, I clean her room.

I'm okay with inside work, my skin doesn't burn, I don't step on rusty nails or glass and my hands aren't burning. I understand it's purpose and it's almost as relaxing as a break.

Now I don't do all of this in one day it's spread out and if you look at it individually it doesn't sound bad but when you're doing inside and outside work in one day, and your dad talks as if he's going to help or he takes the credit or blames you if it's not done exactly right. It feels as if your not a son but a worker

Anyway this post is made at 1:28 in the morning and probably makes no sense. Sorry for my first world problems please be safe everyone!

Good night and good morning