/lit/ - Literature

>>12281543
>>12281543
There is nothing else. Too impoverished to continue my education, unfit for military service, cannot find jobs that aren't dozens of miles away willing only to pay peanuts, credit score is beyond repair, have no family and what friends I had have abandoned me over the years, and cannot pack up and move due to having nothing. I'm well spoken, brilliant many say, and every time I want to get into my field of choice, I am nickle and dimed for fees, or am told I lack this or that soft. There are very real barriers to entry to even the most simple of qualifiers from volunteering to research, to almost anything. They don't care about my ability; they care about my résumé. Every time I try to break into anything else beside the most menial of jobs, they view me as an interloper who's here today and gone tomorrow and isn't worth the effort of training. I cannot plead my case with anyone as the usual reaction is skepticism, the thought that someone this well put together is making everything up. You would not believe the number of eye rolls I have gotten from once friends whenever I didn't order lunch or a drink, as if they could not conceive of someone like me not having even a few bucks.

The choice is— become a priest or struggle only to starve for the immediate future. It is that simple. Even life as a seminarian will be immeasurably better as nearly all provide 3 warm full meals a day and a place to stay, some even provide a small stipend. I've discussed my situation before. The dioceses is still interested; the fact that they see potential in me alone makes it a welcoming prospect. Potential is an alien concept in the credential world. I've been employed at length before and do have a track record of being a good reliable worker. I've had enough struggling. I fear even if I made it to where I wanted to be in life with original aspirations, I would be left incredibly bitter and hateful, which is the worst outcome of them all.