He thinks I have the big sad because I don’t have a job so therefore I’m his words if I get a job then  “you have purpose and then you will feel better”

A statement rooted in love holding the resemblance of logical truth but ultimately completely misunderstanding his son

As if I haven’t been vocally overwhelmed by existing since before I’d hit puberty. Should have just got a job I’d be fine 🥴

Anyway I’m bitching but I love the guy he’s just never been able to accept that I’m not okay and I don’t get why