STOP WORRYING
My parents never learned to stop worrying. They tell me that I always need so much money in the bank so that I never have to go through the shame of filing for bancarrota. They say no one ever recovers from that. Their lives are ruined and can never be recovered again. They used to tell me that if I ever got into trouble at school and got kicked out or something that I’d never amount to anything. “You’d be finished,” my mother used to say. Even though, they bother me about whatever job I get because they want me to be making social security. I’m not terribly concerned with social security given I probably won’t be retired for 40 or so years and by then social security might have a completely different structure to it, but they don’t want to listen when I try to explain that to them. My father didn’t even start collecting social security for himself until he was 35 and started as stationary engineer, but he never brings that up. He’s a different case than me. And then they mention how I should become a stationary engineer and barely make any money for 2 years as an apprentice and starve to death in the meantime.