I'm 21 about to be 22.
I'm unemployed. I work in the family business right now (customer service) serving customers on the till and it fucking sucks. I dropped out of college two-years ago, because I was forced into an IT major by my parents and I hated it. I had mental health problems that I numbed for a long time which led to me dropping out and now being on antidepressants.
I have an eye condition which I will hopefully be given contact lenses for within the next month or two. I can get my driving license then, and apply for some entry level jobs / volunteer to at least put something on my CV and have it be relevant to the career.
I've been stressing out on what career path to choose. My parents are putting so much pressure on me, but i'm genuinely not motivated to work at all. I have never had any interest in working a job or having a career. I'm so fucking lost, and the months go by so quickly. I don't want to bum around like i'm doing now, but why would I be motivated to work when the effort outweighs the reward? So much energy wasted for a measly return. Being a hamster in a wheel, and never reaching financial freedom because you're dependent on a salary that will never make you wealthy anyway. Of course I need a 'stable income', because starting your own ventures is not a reliable source of income when you're trying to build it up in the beginning.
I do have some ideas, but they are really just vague career fields; real estate, mental health, train driver (not a career I know).
I wish I had the talent to be a singer or something else unconventional. It's a shame that society has a herd-mentality and will shame you for being different (it doesn't help that I have Asian parents). Hell, i'd rather make fast money illegally than do this 9-5, 30k a year bullshit, the only downside of that is having a criminal record and then not even being able to get a job. I have no idea how people are able to do this without wanting to end it all. The thought of working fills me with this existential dread and the need to unalive myself.
Is this really what life is? I'm really considering checking out when i'm 25, my life already sucks to begin with. I'm not going to slave away for peanuts pretending to be happy.