totally fake and not-real Internet Friendships I shouldn't have because they're not real friends like mean come on geez dude
Sounds like you already get this, but it bears repeating: Those internet friendships can absolutely be "real" friends. One of my totally fake and not-real internet friends saved my life and hooked me up with a future, last year. She lives with me now. Last Thursday, she bought a sweet antique truck I wanted but couldn't afford, to sell on to me later when my finances are in better shape.
A few months ago, another of my totally fake and not-real internet friends loaned me several hundred dollars when a freak calamity left me unable to make rent for the month. When I repaid her, she remarked that I was better about paying off debts promptly than her local friends.
More than once, totally fake and not-real internet friends have talked me down off the ledge when I was so stressed out I was on the verge of self-destruction. In one case this involved a phone call that started with a solid half hour of incomprehensible shouted gibberish before I could get a real word in (my stutter comes back under stress... that woman has the patience of a saint).
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Saying "fuck the world" isn't going to help. Saying "fuck all that bullshit" is more appropriate. Do what you need to do to support yourself, unless you want to die (which is a legitimate option, all those "suicide is wrong and selfish" bastards are selfish hypocrites themselves). Beyond that, if you improve yourself, improve yourself in ways that interest
you, accumulate skills and talents that
you will be satisfied with. An alleged improvement that doesn't benefit you in some way and that you're not going to use anyway is no improvement at all, it's bullshit.
Maybe you should make a list of things you want to do, and things you feel you might need to do, and focus your improvements there. Remember this is about you, not about others' expectations, so keep their pressure out of it, they can't live your life for you. Don't worry about whether it makes sense to anyone else, as long as it makes sense for you.
You think people congratulate me for a fine and well-organized set of choices when my self-improvement goals look like "Know multiple ways to start a fire with no matches nor lighter," "drive a manual transmission vehicle," "invest in stocks till my returns mean I don't need to work to live," "learn to play the bagpipes," and "finally ascend a NetHack character, then get good enough to do it consistently"? Hell no. But it consists of things
I want, and things that
I think I might need, so I can muster the persistence to go out there and get them, and not worry about it so much in the meantime. The only one applying pressure and determining deadlines is me.
Doing likewise may work for you.