A few things.

1) Two weeks ago, you argued that this was a huge decision in your life. I told you that you wanted it to be, but it wasn't. Now here we are, and you're saying "no, really. it is." No really. It isn't.

2) You asked for advice. You got advice. You're now triangulating to a corner where you think that advice might be invalid so that you don't have to acknowledge the advice you requested. Things are tough all over, kid. There will always be someone who had it rougher than you, there will always be someone who had it easier. You don't know me and I don't know you, but I wouldn't presume to invalidate your advice to me based on your tax bracket.

3) You don't have to take my advice. You don't even have to acknowledge my advice. But trying to accuse me of some deep personal failing so that you can invalidate my advice? That's fucking bullshit.

Know why I didn't ask you questions? Because I didn't have to. Know what you didn't ask?

- Should I take this job or pursue my true dream of basket-weaving? Because I sure love weaving baskets.

- Should I take this job or buy a sailboat and pilot it around the cape? Because I've always dreamed of sailing around the world and I may not get a better chance.

- Should I take this job or follow my girlfriend to Haiti? Because I love her dearly and I want to do something good for the rest of humanity before I become yet another cog in the machine.

No, you asked should I take this job or NOT? With the reason "NOT" being because I don't think I can cut it.

So really the discussion isn't "should I take this job or not" it's "how do I cut it." But we didn't have that discussion, because it's impolite. It would be assuming too much. It would be asking too many questions.

Yeah. I answer questions that have been asked. More than that, I answer questions that I think I can contribute to. "What do you answer to things that you are not entirely sure of?"

I DON'T.

You might try it - it's awfully hard to put your foot in your mouth when it's closed.

We were talking about entry-level engineering jobs and living in shitholes. So strap in, Junior, because my family was on food stamps until I was seven. I got my first "entry level engineering job" nearly 20 years ago. I spent 10 years doing engineering and seven now doing nothing-like-engineering.

And you know what? I can name four people on here who had it rougher and are doing better. I won't. Because it has no effect on my advice.

You asked for advice. You got it. Reject it with abandon, but don't for a minute think it's even vaguely okay to try and figure out why I'm not qualified to give it. Because that's a dick move.

Know what else is a dick move?

Attacking someone and then apologizing for attacking someone. It's still an attack, the apology is still ingenuous but you have the added disadvantage of looking like you have no spine.

For the record, I don't give a fuck what you do. And for the record, I don't give a fuck what you think. But you asked, and I answered, which obligates you to a bare minimum of courtesy.

Should you choose to approach that bare minimum again, we can chat. Until then, drink yourself to death with my blessing.