But let us think. Parents pay the unemployed 26-year-old son the internet (and possibly a comp) so that he cries about how he lives. At the same time, he does not want to be a carrier, and he does not have a job in his profession. He is offered to embrace him and cry.

I am a missile designer. Released in 1991. In the 90s, he really starved (the salary dropped to 5 backs a month), worked as a painter, on a soft roof, collected computers, enikeyled, strangled websites, outsourced and worked as a programmer. Twice in 1993 and 1998 he lost everything, remarkably lost in 2008, but always got up. Did I have to wait for a personal cosmodrome to work? Those who worry that it is impossible to get up - you are just comfortable in the shit, so at least don't bite yourself.