I guess I technically qualify, but at nearly 50 I prefer to think of myself as someone who retired early. I think I probably have 20 years of work quarters back there somewhere . . . the first 5 would have been crap kiddie jobs, and then I spent about 15 years working with other disabled people in one capacity or another. I actually have a Masters of Education in reading curriculum and instruction, not that I was really able to use it.
I didn't take very good care of myself, not gonna lie, and by my early 40's I was in rough shape. I still am. A lot of people on my mom's side are absolutely riddled with autoimmune diseases. It's like we all have about 5, lol. A lot of them fall into a couple of groupings that kind of make sense, and then there are the "Because fuck you. That's why," category of familial illnesses. I'm on disability now and I expect I always will be.
I don't love that this is my life. I'm not actually ashamed of it either, though. Just because you're not earning money at a job does not mean you aren't contributing, right? I'm not trying to tell anyone how to feel about themselves, or to gatekeep what identities they can embrace. If you're a NEET, you're a NEET. I just want to put it out there that stupid, busywork labor is not the price of admission to the human race. Exactly what about "Clean up in Aisle 5" confers the seeds of human dignity? Nothing, that's what, no matter what your local "Welfare to Work" politician has to say about it.
Nobody likes feeling dependent. If you can find work that you can do and that you can support yourself on, then that is fantastic. School and/or training can be worthwhile as well. But if you can't do that stuff right now, or can't do it ever, that does not make you a worse person. I mean . . . you'll be broke and anxious af whenever you get the mail ("Oh God, that looks like a bill. And that one. And this other one. Did I even buy anything from this company? WTH is this?"). However, there is nothing inherantly wrong with being a NEET.
I understand that literally NO ONE asked. I just hate the idea that you have to stand at a register and get screamed at by Karens for hours every day in order to be a worthwhile person.
In other news, "Durned kids! Get off my lawn!"