Oh man. I'm currently working in a consulting group run by students and I'm in the final stages of my first project. Unfortunately, all I'm ever getting out of is more and more workload onto my shoulders - with none of the benefits (like increased recognition) and all of the downsides (sanctions in case deadlines are not met). And no, I don't receive money for this, but after this project, if they decide to let me stay, I at least will have a chance of working on projects I'll be paid for. That, and then there's also the increased pressure of my studies (which become less interesting as time progresses) as there are regular tests. As time progresses, I wonder if all the effort is even worth it. If this fails, they'll still get what they wanted out of this, but won't even allow me to use it as a reference of my work. What good is giving it all if in the end, you can erase all of what you've done with just one mistake? What purpose does a college degree and a well-paid job (both of which I'm only working towards and I'm not even remotely close) serve when all of one's money are not used to feed a family? Yes, I could buy a nice car, but until I have the money to do so, combustion engines will probably be banned or looked down upon as egoistic and old-fashioned. And other than cars, there isn't much worth spending your money for. Except for donating (which I regularly do, even though I'm barely scraping by as it is) and well - supporting your family. But as it is right now, I'm never going to do the latter - objectively, I'm not attractive (literally "a face only a mother could love") and even if I were, there's likely still some trait that all except me can feel and which makes me completely incompatible with other humans. I know lifting is a popular advice and let me say: I tried it and it will not make you more attractive to others, at least it's not guaranteed. But at least I now don't loath ugly, fat me. Now it's just ugly me. I'm really curious if I can get to the point at which I'll hate ugly, buff me.
I also have to say that looking in the mirror does at least help you with coming to terms with yourself - you might not gain confidence (I surely haven't, at least not when it comes to social interaction), but sometimes you just can't help but admire your progress. It isn't for everyone, though, and I can see why. It won't hurt (well it might physically) to try it out, though. It at least keeps your mind away from your problems for the time you're working out, which is pretty neat.
This might sound really pathetic, but currently, video games do help me the most. If it weren't for them, I'd probably go crazy - all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, or so they say. I just wish I would do something more - "social". I tried online gaming, but it's a thing I can only do with people I know (and even then, since I don't meet them and because of the social stigma around it, I still don't feel quite comfortable). I tried play FH3 yesterday and got shouted at (in German, which makes it worse) right in the first race (just for missing a checkpoint and turning around). Events like this make me even more anxious and scare me. Sounds even more pathetic, but it's not something I can cope with - especially when it happens within my own little comfort zone. And this is what lessens their impact on my well-being IMHO.
It would be so nice to just meet up with people and do something as a group together ... or to know I'm appreciated. I think this is what I'm really missing. Right now, all I feel like is like a machine, I'm supposed to work and all I do will be taken for granted. All I don't do (or not at the level it is expected) is considered a flaw and renders me useless, ready for replacement. I wonder if I really want to live in such a society, in which I'm nothing more than an imperfect version of a robot? It's a rhetorical question, really. But knowing how much my mother has done for me, and how much it would hurt her - I can't do it. Yet.