I Can't work!

 I have too many issues when it comes to getting a job doing something. At the same time my parents are putting all this pressure on me to get a job that pays well, all because they want me to get off social security. But I wish they would just forget about it and accept the fact that I just can't do it. The reason I don't have a job and can't get a job is because I can't do the work. I have too many issues associated with past trauma, I can't move my hands fast enough, I can't control my emotions at work, I can't deal with people and I can't do anything hands on. And nobody at work will want to accommodate for me. And I can't work for too many hours at a time because I stress out too easily. And my asshole parents just can't accept that I can't do it. So I may as well just give up and live on social security until I die.  Maybe there is a job that's perfect for me and it's waiting for me up in heaven. And when I die, it'll be up there, waiting for me, because in God's kingdom, everyone has a job doing something that they're good at. So until then, when it comes to getting a job, I give up! All I have to do just to get a job is wait until after I pass away. And when I pass away, the job will be up there waiting for me. So my parents may as well just accept the fact that I just can't do it and will have to be on social security for the rest of my life. There's nothing out there I can do that will make good money that I'll enjoy doing, that's right for me. It doesn't exist. I may as well just go back to pantheon and be a human punching bag for all the retards who go there. I might get paid in pennies for being a punching bag, but at least I'll get paid. Maybe I should just get paid to fight retards or either that get paid to get beat up and bullied by retards. Or I should get a job wrecking things. Everything I touch turns to shit. Or I should get a job working as a janitor. It's the only thing I seem to be good at doing. Other than that. I give up. I can't work