As ashamed of it as I am to say, I admit an early defeat. Freelancing sucks. At least I expected it somewhat ahead of time. And also, I'm ashamed of this as well, I'm intimidated with what I've seen as offers and competition.
I dunno, I feel out of place being a designer. Even as a fallback (considering an AS degree in the field), it just doesn't feel like me; and looking back, my inner child reminds me that I wanted to be an inventor or an adventurer or something. But seriously, what hasn't been invented already? Plus, Billy Mays is no more (rest his soul); not that I would require him anyway; and our world has no megabeasts to slay, so yeah...
I hate real life. Not exciting enough, the job market sucks, and there's nobody to trust. My only hope, annoying as hell it would be, is that all of my life was just a dream. Then again, what the hell will I wake up to?
EDIT:
An oddball thought, however, which dawned to me on a walk; maybe I won't work as well as a freelancer freelancer, but instead a private contractor of sorts. More of a "referred freelancer" person, starting from how well I do with my family's work (WIP still) and some people I know, and work from there. Oldschool networking sans online bullcrap.
BTW, I feel all this automated BS has begun to bore me. Crap, now I'm feeling old. At least it's for the better. Manual labor should at least keep me moving and my blood flowing.