Failson

Anyone else here a failson? What do you do with more successful members of your family? Do you ignore them or do you hack it up pretending everything is cool when you know you're the butt of their jokes and the resident black sheep?

You're only a failson if you come from a bourg or petty bourg background and you still are a fuck up (see: all of Donald Trump's children.)

Wait, I think I just realised no-one in my family is either bourg or petty bourg: they are all (by definition) proletarians. I mean I would consider my parents to be labour aristocrats (due to their income, though they are pretty class conscious). But yeah, is it actually that weird to not have a bougie in your (at-least direct and second tier) family?

I come from a petit-bourg background but I work for near-minimum wage. People will say well it’s good to have a job but it’s not like it actually pays for shit—it’s enough to keep me living at home.

I would have been better off to have went to trade school then college.

Does this count as being a failson or is there some other factor involved like being a NEET or never wanting to grow up?

I just avoid unnecessary confrontation if possible, but can put up a fight if needed. At some point, I became too chill that I just grew numb to all the jokes and insults (which is a bad idea in my opinion, but it works).

Well, my parents don’t own any sort of business but my father is an engineer and has always had a pretty high income. I suppose the term working class fits but I’ve never felt it was really honest saying that’s my background.

I wouldn’t say my parents are particularly woke, they have the petit-bourg mentality. My grandfather was pretty woke as a Union man with the UAW but I would def say was a bit of a labor aristocrat. It’s not like I can’t say that much of my family is working class or had it hard coming up but I didn’t really have it hard.

I come from a family of chronic overachievers.
My grandfather was a millionaire bank CEO.
He gave everything away to a small college in Arkansas when he died, my sister and I each got a few thousand bucks to "further our educations".
Everyone else got dick, not that they needed it.
Literally everyone else except me is college educated, and some sort of business professional.
One of my uncles was the chief salesman for Phillips' North American division.
One of my aunts was the head purchasing agent for Elder Beerman.
My other uncle owns a trucking company.
One of my cousins is in some high up tech corporate position, his brother trades on the Chicago stock exchange and is married to a former Survivor contestant.
My sister is finishing up her degree in some bio-medical research discipline, and employed as a research assistant at a university.
I work in a factory.
No matter what, they're still my family and I love them, but I do find it difficult to relate to them in the social sense.

Goons out, this is a chan board

Replace petit-bourg with never-retiring white collar and I'm in basically the same boat. Personally, I think I should have just skipped college, but when I was 18 the proposition was "college, work, or out." I'd been applying for work since I was 15 or 16 (2008 or 2009), nobody had ever called me back. I was hesitant about college, because I'd heard a lot about people going to college and just ending up in endless debt - and my SAT scores were mediocre except in grammar or some such near-useless field. But I didn't really know anyone at the time who I could move with - so it was college. Art school, which -as it turns out- is both particularly expensive and particularly hard. Most other students had some prior training - my experience was drawing deliberately shitty slashpics for 4chan request threads.

If I'd had my way, I would have had a job the entire time. But I knew no one, had no experience, and my parents had gotten their first jobs through family and school job programs that I didn't have.

I'm in the rather unique position that my mother is a fail-daughter. She got pressured into a terrible twenty-two year long arranged marriage, and her partner ended up guilting her into a mountain of credit card debt. Luckily for me however, this caused her to become disillusioned with tradition and critical of others telling her what to do, tilling the soil for genuine class consciousness.

Her brother's an overworked marketing exec at this company. His tyrannical wife does a terrible job of raising their kids, and I openly pity him. Meanwhile, her one cousin runs a doctor's office and openly bragged at Thanksgiving about how much money she'd save due to Trump's new tax reforms. I just mocked her and rolled my eyes.

That said OP, the entire concept of a "failson" is steeped in spooked expectations for what a person ought to do with their life. I'd highly recommend seeking therapy if it's necessary, as your principal advantage as this kind of person is that you can live a much happier and healthier life than someone who frittered away their years chasing the dollar.