I'm not sure why I'm writing this, I guess I just needed a place to vent and talk about my thoughts. I'm 26 years old, male. Recently, I've started having thoughts that I'm wasting my life away. I quit my job six months ago and have been looking for a new one ever since. I've visited around 20 job interviews in that time and haven't gotten a single offer. Every time it boils down to me lacking the necessary skills for the position.
This situation has got me thinking, what CAN I do in this life, actually? I was able to finish my education and obtain a specialist's degree in Engineering. However, I barely managed to do so, and I don'r really have the skills (nor desire, really) to work in this profession. I suck at math, suck at physics, suck at drawing and creating technical models.
After the uni (and my first 6-month long jobless stint) I finally got my first job. Worked there for two years, earning abysmally low amounts of money and failing to acquire any new skills. At one point, I finally decided that I could achieve something better in my life, quit the job...and here I am again not being able to find anything.
I honestly feel ashamed that I basically live on my mom's salary. I'm afraid of talking to my friends, because they always ask me about my job status, and I don't want to tell them that I still ask my mom for lunch money as a 26-year old man.
My personal life is also a mess. I always was very shy around girls. I am introverted, I lack self-confidence, I struggle to initiate conversations. However, gender norms in my place of residence dictate that a man should be the initiator, the risk-taker, the provider, etc. I do not match those criteria at all. As I got older, I struggled with shame over my inexperience with opposite sex, feeling ashamed of being a virgin at such an advanced age. I only started going out on dates two years ago (god bless internet dating) and actually had one long-term relationship, so the whole self-shaming over my inexperience has lessened (but not completely gone). However, that relationship has also ended and I feel like I can't date girls right now, because nobody would want to go out on dates with a jobless wreck like me. And when I did go out for the first time today, I felt like the girl was bored to death by me, since I apparently have the personality of a cardboard cutout.
So here I am right now. No job, no friends, no significant other. My family supports me and my mom keeps telling me that everything will be fine. Yet I feel time slipping away from me, as days start to blend in into an indistinguishable mass, and I have no idea how to escape this endless loop. The only feasible talent that I have is my affinity for foreign languages. English is not my native language, but I've been learning it from an early age. For some reason, I only feel comfortable expressing these kinds of thoughts in English. The idea of writing down this same text in my native language (Russian) frightens me, as if doing so would expose my deepest fears to others. Writing in English creates an additional layer between myself and you, the person reading this. Plus I feel like English-speaking communities are more open-minded, while Russian speakers would probably simply tell me to shut up and stop whining.
My family and my friends keep praising my skill with languages (I also know a little bit of German), saying that I'm lucky to have that and they could have achieved so much in my place if they had had that ability. They keep presenting it as some sort of gift from God or something, but I honestly don't think of it that way. It's just a skill that I possess, and I honestly don't find it that useful. I've tried to apply for jobs that require good command of languages, but got rejected time and again.
I am terribly sorry for this jumbled mess of thoughts. Like I said, I have no idea why I wrote all of this. At the moment, I do feel kind of worthless, useless and unable to see any good qualities in myself. There's no change on the horizon as far as I can see in regards to my situation. I am terrified at the prospect of living like this for six more months, a year, or how long it would take.
Do I seek mental help here? Probably not. Do I feel suicidal? I would lie if I said that the idea has never crossed my mind. Yet I'm pretty sure that I would never go as far. It's not the way out. I will continue to look for a job, I will continue my search for a romantic partner, I will better myself physically ( I go to the gym regularly) and mentally (I am trying to learn to play the guitar). Maybe my family is right and everything will work out for me, maybe nothing will change. Only time will tell. However, I feel like I needed to express all my thoughts here, in this giant wall of text. I hope you haven't died from boredom from reading this ![]()