I am 33 years old. I work in a fabric covered box called a cubicle and I spend 50 hours+ a week in it. I make $76k/year and I do this shit because this is supposed to be my "career". I am in IT by the way. I live in constant fear of layoffs and outsourcing. I pop anti-depressants and am close to becoming an alcoholic. Why do I do this? Shelter, food, someplace to house my family.

As for a wife never coming along, it does when you least expect it. I thought the same thing for awhile myself.

I hate my life. But with any luck my kid might grow up to do way better than I did. I will teach him the evils of Christianity and capitalism, not that communism is much better.