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12363 No. 12363 [Edit]
Does the idea that you're completely wasting your life ever get to you?
Do you ever wish you could do something more with your short time on this planet?
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>> No. 12365 [Edit]
Yeah, happens. I just proceed to distract myself with something right away, no point dwelling on it.
>> No. 12366 [Edit]
I don't mind wasting my life, what I do mind is not being able to satisfy this boredom of mine that reminds me of what a piece of shit I am.

The only thing I can think of that counts as "more" is getting into some sort of fight club or something and getting the hell beaten out of me while I get stronger and eventually beat the hell out of everybody and become unstoppable. I probably only think that I'll get stronger because I watch too much shounen.

Aside from that, I have no plans or what to do anything else. I never planned ahead or cared about what I'd do after I graduated school (which I ended up not doing). All I wanted to do was play video games and watch cartoons (eventually became anime, but they're pretty much the same thing). I don't have any dreams or aspirations and never had any since I was a child. Whenever I was asked what I wanted to be I'd just give the canned response: "I want to be a fireman" or something like that. Life was never appealing and I just did what I was told until I couldn't any more and ended up in this position.

I don't remember if I was going to type anything else up.
>> No. 12367 [Edit]
Being a NEET does get to me but only because society tells me I need a job and family/friends disapprove of my NEET status, therefore I feel compelled to "stop wasting my life" being unemployed.

However deep down inside I really think I am alive just to satisfy the urges of my brain, or at least trick it to be satisfied. I can honestly say I have lived enough and have no desire for something "more" in life, rather I want to fix the existing issues of my life. Maybe when I get my life together I will aspire to have "more", but until then I either want to die or cruise along in life without criticism.
>> No. 12368 [Edit]
In some ways I feel that I've wasted my life but then again about those things I couldn't do anything. But overall I don't feel like I've wasted my life in fact I've found I got a lot more out of my life than any normals ever will. I have and am doing all I can to make my life a quality experience. Society's view of me doesn't get to me, I don't care. Love me or hate me, I only care about my own views on myself. I'm so fucked that it doesn't matter what I do now. Nothing really matters anymore, my life feels like a dream. I've probably given myself severe brain damage in one way or another throughout my life. I'm so disconnected from normal reality that all I desire besides infinite pleasure is at least one single connection to someone, I want to feel love just once even if it isn't for that long. I want to make someone happy.
>> No. 12369 [Edit]
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I don't feel like I'm wasting my life. Sometimes I wish I could have more money, maybe a bit of a social life, but at the end of the day, I'm enjoying my current relaxing life.
>> No. 12371 [Edit]
I used to be deadly afraid of wasting my time... until I realized it was the worst time-waster possible. Today, I believe I should just do my thing and be happy, without dwelling on such meaningless questions. To repeat, there's no need to be ashamed of what I do.
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I was looking for this for a while.
>> No. 12398 [Edit]
But I'm not wasting my life. I'm doing exactly what I want to be doing.
>> No. 12426 [Edit]
I don't know what I want out of life anymore, I don't know why I bother going on.
I'm getting tired of this life, but I feel utterly trapped. I want something more, but I can't have what I truly want becuase it doesn't exist. There's nothing out there for me in this world, it's a vast wasteland. oh how I tire of this life style... the days melt into each other with nothing to show for it. I can feel the years sleeping away like sand in the hour glass passing over my fingers but I can't do anything to stop it. I can't stand the idea of being in a relationship, I don't think that's what I want out of life. Haruhi I hate people, I hate them so much, I hate them all, I hate everything about them, I hate them I hate them I hate them. I hate having to be near them, hate having to depend on them, hate listing them them or looking at them or smelling them or feeling them or tasting them. they stick, they stick so bad I can taste it, it tastes rotten, rotten like they are to their cores. All that gets me by is the hope that things will improve in time, that my real life hasn't started yet as it were in that image posted above. but I'm doubting weather or not anything will ever change. I just keep waiting and waiting and waiting for something to happen. I want to make something happen... I NEED to make something happen...
>> No. 12441 [Edit]
Yes, I always felt this, even before I was NEET.
>> No. 12468 [Edit]
>wasting your life

What else would I do with it?

Work? Bars? Socialize? Career? Start a family? Travel? Start a business? Change the world? Leave a "mark" on history?

Most things that are worth living for can be done alone, or even in isolation and locked away. I'm not one who requires anything expensive, extravagant or over-the-top. I have no desire to be at the top of a business, career or industry. No desire to make little babies and continue my family line. I'm happy with simple things. I could be in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with no internet or video games and still enjoy myself (and have done so before). I think it's a delusion to assume you have to reach for some insane goal to live a fulfilling life. To live being content with what things are feels much less hectic than always striving to overcome things for the sake of pride and judgment from others.

No one's "wasting time", they're doing what they feel like doing in the moment of doing it. They only feel like they're wasting time because other people come along and tell them they're living their life wrong. Is it wrong? Can you really say another persons idea of living is more correct than yours? You only believe it if you hear it enough times from enough people. What one person desires in life is not the same as what another person desires in life - and in that, it's easy to belittle those who do not strive for "greater" things. There is no shame in being content with and striving to maintain a simplistic and minimal lifestyle.
>> No. 12470 [Edit]
No, not exactly. Wasting my life would be doing things that I don't want to do, or things that don't make me happy. I'd rather not chase the idea of doing something meaningful when I don't want to. It turns out that sitting in front of a screen all day is what I want to do for the rest of my life.
>> No. 12496 [Edit]
I'm bored.

I wish I could find something worth living for, something I really want to accomplish.

I guess that's what I want to do; find something I want to do.
>> No. 12499 [Edit]
Here I am again. Trying to find the purpose of life ina room full of anime figurines and plastic bags full of rotten food. the keyboard goes clakc clack clack when I smash the keys in a drunken haze, i know exactly what i'm suppsoied to type. every night at 4am, i start making plans so that I can finnally, this time, start my real life. college websites, career plans, plane tickets... I sign up for their newsletters. Yes! I'm full of energy, and tomorrow everything will be different. so it's okay if I jack off and puke in this bag. after all, I'm just taking a short break and my REAL life will start soon. all that embarassing stuff is in the past now. classes start in january, I just have to wait a bit longer, it's fine. but the world doesn't work like this. tomorrow I'll wake up and the cycle will start again. I'll sneak into the bathroom to puke my guts out, I'll tell my parents I'm not feeling well, they'll play along and believe me when I say that I just drank that milk that was waaay past the expiration date. They've given up and would rather pretend that I don't exist. No, that door is locked, they say when relatives come over. we use it as a storage room, there's nothing there but old furniture. they secrety wish they aborted this hellish spawn that crawls out of his bedroom every morning wearing old pajamas drenched in cum, sweat, whiskey and piss and make up excuses when relatives ask about him.
One of these days, I'll wake up, and realize that it really is too late to turn back and do all those things I dreamed about when I was little. and then I'll guess I'll have to jump off the window or shoot up the nearest mall. I AM enjoying this, but it doesn't feel right. I had a dream. HAD. But I fucked up too many times and burnt too many bridges. I take solace in the possibility that my fate has been written somewhere by a higher power and that I never any control over it.
>> No. 12500 [Edit]
Why is the food rotten? Don't you take out the trash?

Where do you get all that whiskey? Surely your financial situation can't be too bad if you can afford to get wasted every night.

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>> No. 12501 [Edit]
No offense but I think if you cleaned up your room and stopped drinking so much along with took a little better care of body you would improve your life by a lot just doing that. And why do you have bags full of rotten food in your room in the first place? My mental image of your room is pretty scary but maybe that's because I'm more of a clean freak and can't stand living in a messy place. Only messy area of my room is a corner full of empty cardboard boxes which I like to burn outside (I have an obsession with fire so I use it to get rid of all my junk and extra wood and shit for people). But yeah in a nutshell if you get yourself together just a little bit you'll probably see a big improvement instantly.
>> No. 12506 [Edit]
>burning cardboard instead of recycling it

haruhi christ what is wrong with you
>> No. 12507 [Edit]
Are you bulimic, or just getting sick from drink?
>> No. 12508 [Edit]

If you aren't recycling your cardboard boxes by turning them into action figure houses then you aren't cool anymore
>> No. 12532 [Edit]
The only wish I have is joining a group of mercs and, well, be a merc.

It's my only dream.
>> No. 12534 [Edit]
I'll ask myself that when we didn't discover a good cure for aging in 20 years yet. Till then no, what.
>> No. 12536 [Edit]
You should do it. I don't think Blackwater's particularly hard to get into.
>> No. 12537 [Edit]
I would like to start and run a small business. Ideally an arcade or something. Keyword small, so not more than 100 employees. I can be petit bourgoeise and still run my business in something appproaching mutualist ways.
>> No. 12538 [Edit]
You may have been doing this for years but in a way. I still envy you for living dat life. I haven't had a chance yet.

Living the dream.....

Part of being a NEET is being able to. Be a complete pig. And literally shit in a bucket, so I can. Understand the 'leave your room messy, fuckit just keep other parts semi-clean'. I can't wait till I move out and can do that personally. Though living that life for years might be. Wearing doen espeec if 24/7....
>> No. 12550 [Edit]
I made my parents waste a lot of money on Highschool and College, I can't just walk in and say "yeah those monthly dollars you paid on my school? Useless, I'm going to be a merc." Besides, it's always the same thing, "a brain like yours shouldn't be wasted on that", or some shit like that.
I wish I was heartless enough to be able to pull that off but I can't.
>> No. 12551 [Edit]
Aren't they Xe now? Still don't you have to have some previous military experience to join?
>> No. 12552 [Edit]
They seem to have changed names again to "Academi", it's easier to just call them Blackwater. Like Philip Morris.
Apparently you do need experience of some sort, though, either in the military, law enforcement or personal security.
>> No. 12600 [Edit]
I hate when people look down on me and call me "crazy" because I spend all my time in the computer, and then they go off and spend all the day sitting in the yard talking about little shit nobody cares about. It's hilarious. They say "go out, talk to people, this is CRAZY". But I'm talking to people here, or looking for information, or playing. They see me as some sort of cockroach, but they do little different. They say I am wasting my life, but what are you doing, then? You go out every weekend? You have a son? You like to talk with your brother and his wife about the market/weather/politics/stupid shit not even you care about?
How come is any of those things better? And yet, they give me "that" look. Haruhi what a bunch of retards.
>> No. 12603 [Edit]
I'm definitely really angsty about the lack of meaning in my life. I spend the majority of my days indulging in escapist, absurd fantasies; fantasies of what life could be, but ultimately I do nothing to change my shitty situation.

It is pathetic.
>> No. 12604 [Edit]
I do this too but I concede that fantasy is just fantasy; the ideal that I'll never obtain.
>> No. 12605 [Edit]
How about describing your fantasies in detail? I'm curious.
>> No. 12606 [Edit]
Same here.
Some days, I feel okay and am able to be entertained by vidya and anime again. But most days, I just sit around having fantasies and occasionally bite the bullet and apply to more minimum wage jobs and try to distract myself from the imminent rejection.
>> No. 12608 [Edit]
They're depictions of what my life would be if I had an ordinary social life. A theme that is quite common in the scenarios is giving stuff to my friends. Gifts and shit.

Sometimes I'll have a roommate, usually one of the aforementioned friends, but occasionally a girl (who invariably resembles Miya).

They usually focus on the minutiae of daily life with those people, always idealized as possible. Drugs sometimes crop up, but there are enough of those in my "real" life.
>> No. 12609 [Edit]
Oh. Some of my favorites...

Working as a student teacher, and that woman will come visit me during my lunch break.

My friends helping me refurbish my room.

Moving into a new apartment, and the family next door (a "nuclear" family) giving me a pecan pie.

Going to a party with that woman, that ends in us drinking in my car together, because she's too shy and doesn't want to go back, finally passing out in the backseat, curled up together.

It's basically a shitty romantic-comedy.
>> No. 12610 [Edit]
In 5 or 6 years I'm going to regret wasting my time like this, but I just can't find something else to do. I wish I could become an adventurer and travel the world but it doesn't seem possible in this day and age. I could save up for months or years, book a trip to Timbuktu and then what? Put up a tent, admire the scenery for a few days, then go home? Is that really it?

Where is the adventure? I hate doing repetitive things and following a routine, which is ironic because I spend 14 hours a day in front of this computer, but at least the internet is full of interesting things to read and watch. I need an outlet, something exciting to do, I want to travel to exotic places and do dangerous things.
>> No. 12611 [Edit]
>In 5 or 6 years I'm going to regret wasting my time like this

I deal with this mostly by just hoping I won't be alive in 5 or 6 years
>> No. 12616 [Edit]
I couldn't say I enjoy my current life but I am working hard to make it enjoyable.
>> No. 12617 [Edit]
My purpose in life is saving up for trips to Japan.
>> No. 12618 [Edit]
I do the same.
>> No. 12619 [Edit]
I don't feel much of anything towards my life besides some anger and sadness over what I will probably never feel. I don't care much, I'm just satisfied with most of rest besides some aspects of myself I'm not happy with. There's nothing else I can do, this is the way it was meant to be and nothing was a waste no matter how shit things can be sometimes.
>> No. 12622 [Edit]
>I probably only think that I'll get stronger because I watch too much shounen.

I recenly became aware of just how much I am influenced by the things I watch and read. I get these urges to do something, and then I realize that the only reason I have the urge to do it is because of something I watched and read and that if I were to watch or read something else, the original urge would get replaced with another urge to do the next thing.

I plan to exploit this phenomenon and use it to give me "urges" to do constructive things that will help me in life. For example, reading websites on how to apply for jobs might give me an urge to become employed. Or reading websites about exercise might give me an urge to become healthy. Currently, I look at explicit websites, which give me an urge to masturbate.

>I never planned ahead or cared about what I'd do after I graduated school (which I ended up not doing). All I wanted to do was play video games and watch cartoons.

I was the same. I always assumed that I would go to university at age 18, but then when I got to 18, I realized that I couldn't go to university because of social anxiety. So after leaving school, I just sat at home not knowing what on earth to do with my life. That first day with no school, 24 hours to fill, what do you do? I just booted up the Playstation, became detatched from reality and 10 years later, here I am on Tohno chan, never having had a job in my life. I never made the transition from school to adult life/ employment.

>I just did what I was told until I couldn't any more and ended up in this position.

In school it was easy, I just did as the teachers instructed. All you had to do was follow the instructions. If you got stuck, you just waited til the end of the lesson and the teacher would provide the answers. But when I left school, I got stuck, didn't know what to do, so I sat and waited for the teacher to come along and provide "THE ANSWER" for what I should do in life. Except there was no teacher because I wasn't in school anymore. There wasn't any guidance or instructions on what to do next. There was nothing. I sat waiting for someone to come along and tell me the answer and that would be the point when my real life would begin. But nobody came, there was no answer. There is no answer.

But still I wait and wait and wait for the answer to be delivered. Waiting for a miracle to pop out of nowhere. Waiting for my real life to begin.

But I've been waiting so long that I have become rusty and rotten. Even if the answer was delivered now, would I be capable to act upon it, or have I become too rusty and rotten? Would I even be able to recognize the answer if it were delievered or would I dissmiss it, or avoid it?

I might be scared of the answer and want to avoid it. Maybe the answer was already delivered and I avoided it. Have I spent all this time avoiding the answer? Hoping for a less anxiety inducing answer to make itself apparent?
>> No. 12633 [Edit]
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"Life" means nothing to me.
>> No. 12646 [Edit]
I understand how you feel. I'd probably be making the same kind of post in your position. I too, am waiting for the signs. A bit unrelated, but I can't help but wonder how different a decade of NEETdom is like during 2002 - 2012 in comparison to 2012 - 2022. I'm still bewildered by the fact that while I spent all those years in grade school, somebody somewhere else was living this kind of life. All those years. Time is really unforgiving...
>> No. 12647 [Edit]
And while your living like this now someone is just starting grade school now JUST LIKE YOU that will end up in the exact same position thinking the same thing about someone younger then them. It's a never ending process. But for NEETS I think it will start getting easier as technology and entertainment gets better over the years.
>> No. 12648 [Edit]
I've been a hiki but not a NEET, and a NEET but not a hiki.

Now I'm both a NEET and a hiki. Now I'm waiting for my parents to die so I can find out what it's like to have absolutely no human interaction for months at a time.
>> No. 12649 [Edit]
It won't feel too novel, as long as yours has been a gradual plunge into seclusion. By the time something like that happens, you can barely grasp what it felt like talking to people.
>> No. 12650 [Edit]
>Now I'm waiting for my parents to die so I can find out what it's like to have absolutely no human interaction for months at a time.

No you don't. I proved Wittgenstein true, and Sartre false as shit. "Hell is yourself." I spent 2 months in a state of severe dissociation. Was also very suicidal - I'd sit for hours planning my own death. I didn't even have Internet. Just me, video games, books, music, and food. For a little over 60 days.

After the first month, my mind just snapped, and I began talking to myself in my head. That was also when I began my fantasizing habit. All of the things I had to entertain myself with really bored me at the beginning of the second month. I had beaten Persona 3 and 4 (which are the longest games I own), read all of my books, listened to every single album in the house, twice over, even the ones I didn't like. I ended up feeling so bored, I wanted to die. That's just a weird moment in a person's life. When life becomes so monotonous that they want it to end. At first it was kind of fun, because I'd eat dinner with my parents, and go back to my room after 5-20 minutes of [strained] social interaction. That shit kept me grounded. Seeing their faces made me realize that this was indeed real, not some fucked-up dream. And then I messed up my sleep schedule, and stopped being able to see them, only being able to feel their presence. They became ghosts, sort of. And I was definitely a ghost to them. Or some kind of insect...They definitely heard me creeping downstairs every night for food or to go to the bathroom - that "half-human" they know exists, but never encounter. The thing hiding in the room that's always closed. It started to make me feel really gross and weird. It's starting to freak me out just thinking about that, haha. I still behave sort of the same, but they definitely see more of me.

Then I just began to get severely messed-up, emotionally. This was in the beginning of the second month. I concluded that all I am is "a brain in a dude", and that only succeeded in depressing the shit out of me. It's something everyone knows (whether consciously or unconsciously) but should not be acknowledged too often. Depersonalization. Occasionally, I felt my thoughts begin and end simultaneously (which from what I understand, can happen on doses of LSD). That was really unusual. It was like lighting a lighter in a really windy tunnel. You'd light it, the wind would extinguish it before it fully grew.

Time just...stopped being relevant. I'd look at the clock, and it'd feel like I had been sitting there all day, when only two hours or so passed by. I'm fairly certain I experienced "ego death," too. It was really strange. See, I was laying in bed, thinking about dying, like usual, when my thoughts began skipping like a scratched CD for around a half an hour, before stopping completely. It was then that I had a vision of my mother discovering my dead body. How I'd feel, smell, and look. What their reactions would be. How tragic that situation would be (which is the only word I can really use to describe it - I was curled up under my blanket like a fetus). I felt life leave my body. Words can't even really describe how I felt about that on an emotional level. It was just pure...weirdness. I thought you needed dissociative drugs to do that to yourself. I was wrong. I'm sure the drugs make it more desirable/appealing, though, because that was scary as shit. But it might have just been a severe dissociative episode or something, not ego death, which some people view as a beautiful, desirable thing.

Anyway, after that happened, I concluded that I really did die, and that I was then in hell. Hell is...repetition. Hell is watching the same episodes of Seinfeld over and over again like an invalid. Hell is the worst thing you can inflict on yourself. I'm quite honestly surprised I didn't go through with my intent to kill myself. I had nightmares about finding a gun in the house almost every few days. To this day, I still have no clue what kept me going. Stubbornness? Hope? Sheer apathy? It was the most dark, scary time of my life, and it's honestly a little hard to talk about it, but I feel like I had to get this out, y'know? Sorry for the depressing wall of text, though.

Now I have the internet, though, and I get out on at least a monthly basis. I sometimes get vibes of dissociation/depersonalization, but it's nothing major like before. It sometimes hits me whenever I realize my life revolves around a computer screen. I feel like I'm never going to be "normal" (don't tar and feather me~ I can't think of a better term!). I doubt that I'll ever even feel like I did before all of that, though, and that makes me really kind of sad...

I'm not trying to single out >>12648, by the way (please, please, please don't blame yourself for this post). This is basically my warning to all of the Brohnos who have a chance of ending up like I did for that small span of time: Go out. Talk to people. It's so much more healthy. Even if you're screaming at them about how much you hate them like a retard, it's better than just sitting on the computer all day and it's definitely better than abandoning humanity in general. People suck, yeah. But there are some okay people, too. Find those people you can stand, and hold onto them, because it's worth it. I'm not saying, like..."REPENT OF YOUR SINS AND BE CLEANSED IN THE LIGHT OF OUR Ford Driver SAVIORS OR EXPERIENCE HELL LIKE NONE OTHER" (please read that in a highly evangelical preacher's voice). It's just that a little social interaction won't hurt, y'know? Even if it's your parents or your 5 year old brother or your best friend or that weird dude with coke bottle glasses who lives down the hall and might be a hikki, too. Talk to people. Hear their voice. You don't even have to make eye contact. Just feel another sentient consciousness interacting with yours. The internet just messes with me because my entire existence basically revolves around it at this point. You might be different. The internet might be enough.

I mean...maybe there has been someone who's had a far better experience with complete lack of social interaction than me. But that's just my own personal tale. Take it as you will~

And again, sorry for like...depressing the shit out of all of you. I just don't want anyone to go through what I went through.

This was also the longest post on Tohno-chan I wrote without the aid of stimulants. Being on my PSP makes me have a very limited amount of text, so I have a lot to say whenever I get onto a legitimate PC lately.

Also, just so this is on topic, I'll um...add even more: this was the single event that taught me to change. This was...when I realized that the idea that I'm completely wasting my life got to me very much. Now I really want to get out of the NEET lifestyle. I never want to go back to that dark place again. It scares me to think of my parents dying, so I'd really like to be as self-sufficient as is possible for a druggie drop-out NEET, as soon as possible.

>> No. 12651 [Edit]
ty for posting this
>> No. 12683 [Edit]
Thank you for writing all this, I'm sure it must have been hard to share. The fact that you're trying to pull yourself together after this self-inflicted hell is very brave. I wish you the best of luck.
>> No. 12694 [Edit]
I spent about 6 months as a NEET, going outside only maybe two or three times a week just to ride my bike, and now I'm back to the normal world, after spending those months alone like I did I'm already feeling the effects because my ability to communicate with anybody is 0. Even trying to imagine talking to people makes me feel nauseous.

Basically I am agreeing with you in my own pointless way to help get your point across.
>> No. 12770 [Edit]
I tend to believe that everything is in the end, meaningless.

What is the point of having fame, fortune, talent, etc.

At the end of the day, this is reality:
Everyone dies and death is inevitable. So yeah, I'm probably "wasting" my life in the sense that I like being a NEET and a recluse but this life of relaxation is so much better than having to do all those stuff that normals do.
>> No. 12771 [Edit]
As long as you're happy with the way you live nothing really matters, all it comes down to in the end.
>> No. 12780 [Edit]
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>> No. 12793 [Edit]
This is why I'm going back to school. I want to learn a solid trade that I can make money on. I don't care about anything else right now.

Thankfully, I haven't been doing nothing. I've been tutoring and writing for the past few years, all just to make money, so that's what I'll tell to any future schools and employers who might be looking at me. I guess I totally lack goals and discipline, but they don't need to know that.

They say to do what you love, but that's a Haruhidamn joke. I can't make a living that way, even if I plan to not have a family (and I don't, of course.) In the end, what you do doesn't really matter, anyway. I'm just tired of being depressed and feeling like my life is being managed by other people.
>> No. 12804 [Edit]
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So long as I'm not being a strain on people like my family, I completely agree. There are no rules at all to living your life. Anything you did becomes insignificant when you consider the bigger picture. Finding a way to be happy with life is amazing as it is.
>> No. 12805 [Edit]
edgy pic
>> No. 12839 [Edit]
true pic
>> No. 12854 [Edit]
I am bit of the opposite. I went through college doing a 'practical degree' only to find I hated it and graduated with a GPA so low that I would never get a graduate position. Now I work in a dead-end retail job and am considering going back to college to do a degree that I would enjoy and greatly exceed at; the game plan being I will be one of the top of the cohort to grab any job that I can in the industry.
>> No. 12856 [Edit]
What was your gpa?
I'm at 2.8 and still have hopes for graduate school. My early grades were abysmal since I came in a depressed wreck and didn't care, I just didn't want to work and my mom forced me to go. Started trying for decent GPA too late though. Isn't doing fantastic on the GRE enough? GPA is a horrible standard to go by, it just measures how good you are at taking orders and doing rote bullshit that means nothing.
>> No. 12863 [Edit]
If you work hard you can probably make it into grad school.
>> No. 12866 [Edit]
If you want a PhD, you're screwed unless you have phenomenal, amazing research, and even then you might still be screwed.

If you want a Masters then go take some more classes and raise your GPA to over 3.0.

It's not just GRE that matters; in fact, as long as you get above the minimum GRE requirement, they don't really care what your general GRE scores are. Unfortunately for you, GPA is much more important and most graduate programs have a 3.0 cutoff for applications.
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All the time, I'm more successful than most people but I always hate myself for not being enough. I haven't done anything grand or wonderful for some six months, and when I look back a year ago I was ten times more alive and full of hope and energy than I am today. I'm scared of wasting my life, but I don't know what to do to live it.

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