<p>Thank you all so much. I have taken all this advice into consideration, and thought about it a lot. I’m still stuck. I’m basically shamelessly bumping for more opinions, as right now it seems pretty mixed.</p>
<p>I think it’s great to say, in a theoretical world, that a social science degree can prepare you for many jobs. But in my job hunting experience- which is not brief- as well as experience with intelligent, talented peers- also extensive- it’s mostly theoretical hypotheticals that don’t translate to real world jobs for people without rich, connected parents in the new economy. History majors working their way up through banks and large corporations are not a thing of the past, but it’s incredibly unlikely these days. The reality is that accounting majors have their own job fair, whereas liberal arts majors are only invited to the main job fair out of pity. There are a half dozen employers that will even talk to liberal arts majors here: the military, a few shady sales jobs, and one or two internships with USPS And Fedex.</p>
<p>I’m not saying that people don’t make it work with English degrees. Some obviously do, with the right mix of luck and talent. But I don’t know if I’m in a position to take a risk like that. I just can’t envision the scenario in which a bachelors in whogiveash** leads me to some low-level job that sparks an interest that translates into a career, as alluded to above. Maybe I’m wrong about that. </p>
<p>It’s very hard to motivate yourself to do well when you can’t even see the light at the end of the tunnel; all this sh** for what? Maybe, if I’m lucky, some awful sales job selling grannies breathing machines that don’t work, or some other psuedo-shady activity? But alas, what else can I do, realistically? Suicide would be the preferred method, but I can’t do that to my parents, unfortunately. When they are gone, I will be within the week. But right now, I’ve got to keep moving.</p>
<p>Finally, I don’t think I’m depressed. As I understand the term ( I don’t) depression is an *irrational *state of mind caused by stress, genetics, and whatever else. I don’t think my misery is irrational: I’m the epitome of a loser, judged by my own criterion, completely divorced from the need for peer approval. I came to this conclusion rationally; I’m not emotionally charged when I say this. I’m a bona fide, Grade A, failure of a man. Everything I thought was up was really down; everything I’ve tried out I’ve failed. That’s not depression, to me. Rather, that’s being beaten into submission by the realities of life for so long that you’ve lost the desire to keep your ego flowing at high capacity.</p>