Let’s get the obvious out of the way. I’m a Millennial. At the core, I buy into Sigmund Freud’s belief that:
“Love and work are the cornerstones of humanness.”
That these are the only things that matter. Call it entitled. Call it narcissistic. Call it whatever you please. If you don’t at least partially buy into this view of the world, I urge you to stop reading now. The thesis of this entire post stems from this belief.
It’s an ode to any 20-something in the midst of an existential crisis that believes this, too, but can’t seem to put it into practice.
This is for my countless friends that hate what they’re doing. Hate their jobs. Hate the people. Hate the company politics.
That have been experiencing anxiety. Panic attacks. Existential crises. Depression.
It’s for those stuck in the loop of the Sunday Scarries, Mad Mondays, Terrible Tuesdays, WTF Wednesdays, Thoughtless Thursdays, Finally Fridays, and Super Saturdays.
For those feeling lost, unfulfilled, unmotivated, and exhausted. Daydreaming about starting their “own thing.” Wondering why they haven’t dropped out yet. Going through the motions. Sitting on the sidelines of life.