@BPH - not personal, but generational. Try to laugh; sometimes, young men need a swift kick in the arse to realize how self-indulgent they're being - I wish I'd had my ass handed to me more regularly by some who cared to mentor me:
Ah, meet the 30-year-old Millennial Casanova, the legend in his mind. He was still living with Mom because why not? A home-cooked meal is a chick magnet, didn't you know? He's got the trifecta: killer gaming skills, an aversion to "working for the man," and an ego so big it's practically a separate tenant in that house he shares with Mom.
Oh yes, he’s going to be a Twitch star, wait. Forget that the market is oversaturated; those other gamers don't have his unique blend of arrogance and a Level 10 Paladin. Why should he toil away in a cubicle when he could be raking in those sweet internet coins?
And ladies, brace yourselves. Because he doesn't just think he's God's gift to video games; he's also under the delusion that he's irresistible to women. Of course! Because what woman can resist a man who's a big deal in the virtual world but can't be bothered to join the actual one?
But let's cut him some slack; maybe he's waiting for the right opportunity, like becoming the poster child for 'How Not to Adult.' He might not want to work for "the man," but let's be clear: right now, "the man" is probably whoever's face graces the cereal box he had for breakfast this morning—paid for by Mom, naturally.
So here's to you, fearless Millennial, forever young in your fortress of solitude—or should I say, your childhood bedroom. May your Wi-Fi be strong and your self-awareness someday kick in.