Hi, K-Mart. I'm a part-time bartender at a cafe making 7.25 an hour and I fucking love my life. Three very close roommates/friends, an awesome boyfriend, internet, hot water, healthcare provided by my employer, ample time to do what I like, and a physically monotonous (instead of mentally monotonous) job. I pay $200 a month for rent and electricity, I can walk to work, I get ridiculous snooty coffee for dirt cheap, I'm in excellent shape, and I'm happy.
If you sat me in front of a desk to do data entry, I would likely end up working on my writing instead and promptly be fired, because I can't comprehend how to not be bored mad doing other people's thinking. It's not that I don't appreciate the necessity of those jobs, I just don't care about it.
If I went back to school, I would likely have constant mixed-states and depression in my anxiety to succeed, thanks to my father being a sociopathic emotionally abusive control freak, but I'm ok with that, because that's really not the only place you can learn things.
"College is not for everyone" is not a useless platitude. My life isn't perfect, but I'm a hell of a lot more
alive than I would be if I had "stuck it out" through college. I mean that literally.
Problem, collegebuddies?