Sorry for the morbid title.
I'm in my twenties and can't imagine having to work 40-50 hours a week, sitting in traffic every day just so I can one day receive a pension plan to be able to sustain myself in old age.
What sounds like a better alternative is getting a part-time job in a low COL area to afford the bare minimum to have more time doing the things I want. For me these things are cheap: playing instruments I already own, exercise, and reading books.
Why work so hard for a future that might not exist? I lost both my parents when they were in their 40s, so I feel like even if I work my ass off, my genetics probably won't let me reap the benefits I try to sow. I also won't bring kids into this world or have a partner, so they don't have to deal with the shitty existence and heartbreak I felt as a teen.
Therefore, I've come up with two possible alternative retirement plans when I start to become invisible in old age and can no longer provide for myself:
- When I reach about 55 or 60 (assuming I make it that long), I'll kiss all my sweet nieces and nephews goodbye and laugh with my siblings once more over a spread of our favorite homecooked meals. Then, I row out into the ocean in a small boat in the middle of the night and while looking out to a beautiful full moon with tears in my eyes, I'll pull the trigger delicately and let my body be one with the earth that once provided for me.
- I'll rob a bank, donate the money to orphanage charities, and go to prison. Then, I'll become some old man's bitch, but have access to some sweet free healthcare (I'm American), food, and higher education opportunities.
I know it sounds crazy. But to me, wasting some of the best years of my life in shitty jobs just sounds so dismal. Is there a happy medium I haven't thought of?
Submitted June 22, 2019 at 09:33PM by ohmycash http://bit.ly/2IAZs14
