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Finally beat cancer
(sh.itjust.works)
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I was pissed about the debt relief until my boss reminded me that school wouldn't have helped me much even had I gone the four-year route or more.
Still pissed I had to settle for a shitty degree at a shitty college, live with an abusive family member and work full-time while I attended in order to get a piece of fucking paper without worrying about debt, only for some politician do decide a couple years later than now is a good time to slap a band-aid on the failing system. But oh well, I've come to expect no less from the government that has told me on separate occasions "yes you are entitled to the program's assistance, but we're not dispensing it because of a technicality nobody told you exists till now". All I have to say to my government is: since you gave me nothing, I owe you nothing-- my skillset is entirely self-built and I have sole discretion over where and how I apply it.
None of the debt relief that happened is any extra relief that shouldn't have happened anyway because of the shit system. People should have had those debts relieved a while ago, but because of awful company administration (like people making payments, but the company's system taking 1 cent less than the minimum, so none of the payments over 10 years counted), those people didn't have the debt relieved, when they should have, based on already existing laws.
Btw, you're the person the comic is referencing.
I thought it was blatantly obvious that I am aware of that, and cool with it no less.
I'm not saying nobody should have their debt relieved. I'm saying I am more than comfortable holding my resentment towards the government for failing me and my fellow constituent. And that even if some other constituent is happy with this move, I see it as too little too late. I avoided higher education explicitly because I refused to submit to their bullshit system and shoulder inescapable debt without any guarantee of recuperability. In doing so, I passed up on coubtless opportunities. I am allowed to be angry that my wise decision now looks pointless in hindsight.
I did not put myself at the disadvantage-- my government did that for me. And I am mad about it. I will continue to be mad about it. I won't do anything about it. But there may come a day when the government compels me to do something. And I will have valid reason to tell them to kick rocks, if that is what I do choose to do. I owe them nothing.
edit: also, if anyone dislikes my attitude or approach-- that's too bad, because I'm long past the point of caring. When I was given a raw hand all the way from adolescence, I took it and used my spite about it as motivation to obsolete any disadvantage I had to come out on top and as close to unmovable as one could get. The spite kept me from killing myself and went on to mold me into a dangerous son of a bitch Silicone Valley would fight over and AI CEOs gripe that they can't replace. I have unspeakably cozy job security and don't ever have to worry about my future. And I have only my spite and tenacity to thank.