I can't live like a human being. I can't control my greed.
Good evening.
I saw this site on the internet, and while being rude, I wrote it because I wanted to ask a question.
Please, could you teach me how to live?
I'm just a person who can't control myself.
I was raised by a father and mother who were like children since childhood, and since I was an ignorant and timid person, I had little relationships with people, and lived until this age with a lot of childhood and immaturity.
Because of that, I don't like even accepting myself like that.
I can't even accept the world's reaction to my immaturity.
“Why do I have to feel this way since I was a kid?”
I can't get rid of that thought.
Therefore, they also dislike effort.
For example, I feel like I'm being thrown out saying, “Now make an effort,” no matter how many appropriate arrangements have been made.
There are times when I thought that shouldn't be the case.
I've also found myself in a relatively tough workplace.
Even so, it becomes corrupt.
They run away from the position of being an “unusable human.”
And I don't like that position.
However, they don't have the guts to stand up from there, nor the strength to endure it.
They will escape by any means.
I've tried to stand up many times, but the results are the same.
I don't feel the point of going to counseling anymore, and I don't have any money to go.
Right now, I'm living alone. Financially, I pushed myself forward.
However, they escaped. I'm currently unemployed.
Understanding doesn't keep up with instincts.
Reason doesn't play a role.
More than that, I don't like the situation where I'm treated as an “unusable human being,” scolded, and have to make an effort, and it's unbearable.
When I was young, I sometimes thought people were important. Relatively speaking, my grandmother was also a favorite person.
However, when I became a member of society, I realized it.
Why do we need to love others when we feel this way?
Why do only I have to feel this kind of patience and effort so painful?
From there, my humble life began.
It's easy to betray people now, and there's no consistency in how we like people in the first place.
I can't afford it.
Is there any way for me to live like this?
Fear and siblings are the only reasons we don't die anymore.
That is relatively irrelevant now.
