Idle youth in Spain: Why welfare doesn't fill the void
A 22-year-old in Spain lives on €800 monthly aid, spending days smoking cannabis. The debate explores idleness, purpose, and the limits of social support.
English · Original discussion in Spanish · Published
Doing nothing: The void that welfare payments don't fill
A 22-year-old in Spain receives about €800 a month from the vulnerability benefit (prestación por vulnerabilidad), neither working nor studying, and spends his day smoking hierba. When asked why, he replies that he has nothing better to do. The case is shared by someone who lacks similar goals—without drugs or subsidies—who summarizes the diagnosis in one phrase: "Life is boring." The ensuing discussion isn't about laziness. It's about what sustains a person when work disappears from the center of their life.
What happens when time abounds and purpose fails
The thread's first reaction is humor: you don't smoke joints; they smoke you. The second is provocation: "Then get high." But beneath the humor lies a pattern several describe with clinical precision. Someone who has been without regulated activity for 18 years since leaving university insists it isn't as easy as it looks: maintaining that state requires its own discipline, almost a method. They offer a menu of occupations for anyone willing to try—library, chess, an instrument, writing, AI-generated videos or music, table tennis, boxing, shooting, cooking—like assigning homework to a student without a teacher.
The problem isn't a lack of hours. It's a lack of structure. When no one expects anything from you, when there is no boss or mortgage pushing you forward, the absence of internal discipline is laid bare. Freedom without management becomes paralysis, and paralysis, over time, becomes a hole that no distraction can fully fill.
Money changes the diagnosis
Here the thread splits. Some argue boredom is a luxury of the poor: with good pay or assets, having nothing to do is early retirement, with daily plans and no anxiety. Those who lived this situation at age 20 without subsidies remember it as their best years. Conversely, those who experienced it with €500 in benefits and another €500 for a family member did not enjoy it: money dwindled each month, and without money, there is no freedom.
The most repeated calculation is simple: Idleness is only bearable if it is funded. In poverty, they say, there is no dignified life; with a financial cushion, free time is paradise. The debate over subsidies stops being sarracena and becomes arithmetic.
Is boredom the precursor to something worse?
No. Sustained boredom wears people down but does not automatically lead to despair. Those who have experienced it firsthand say so plainly: behind every case is a story, a partner, children, a job, hobbies. They add an uncomfortable counterexample: countries with higher unemployment do not record more suicides; quite the opposite. Lack of purpose leads to apathy; apathy does not always lead to suicidal thoughts. These are distinct layers.
What does emerge strongly is the denunciation of a broken social contract. Shift work, early mornings, traffic jams, toxic environments, and ultimately remaining poor. The cost-benefit analysis of employment has deteriorated for part of the population, explaining why some prefer sleeping eight hours and avoiding relationship worries in exchange for giving up wages.
Performative purity and other excuses
There is a finer, almost psychological layer. Not drinking what ordinary people drink, not watching what others watch, not consuming mass leisure. This self-imposed purity works as an excuse: if nothing ordinary represents me, I don't have to prove anything. The friend's digital opium—the joints—is just another version of the same mechanism. The substance changes, not the function: covering the gap.
The most cited reply in the thread comes from someone who says they never get bored and dedicate a minimal portion of their energy to work. Another adds: boredom is undervalued and demonized; you need guts to be alone occasionally without distractions. A third notes that life's finiteness is what gives it value. If it were infinite, it would be worth nothing.
The happy NEET and the unhappy NEET
The thread's provisional conclusion is uncomfortable: not everyone doing nothing suffers. Some claim immense happiness without rowing against the current. Others, with the same amount of free time, sink. The difference lies not in the subsidy or occupation, but in something no one has fully named: the capacity to sustain one's own life without anyone organizing it for you. That is where the analysis stalls. And remains.
A 22-year-old in Spain receives about €800 a month from the vulnerability benefit (prestación por vulnerabilidad), neither working nor studying, and spends his day smoking hierba. When asked why, he replies that he has nothing better to do. The case is shared by someone who lacks similar goals—without drugs or subsidies—who summarizes the diagnosis in one phrase: "Life is boring." The ensuing discussion isn't about laziness. It's about what sustains a person when work disappears from the center of their life.
What happens when time abounds and purpose fails
The thread's first reaction is humor: you don't smoke joints; they smoke you. The second is provocation: "Then get high." But beneath the humor lies a pattern several describe with clinical precision. Someone who has been without regulated activity for 18 years since leaving university insists it isn't as easy as it looks: maintaining that state requires its own discipline, almost a method. They offer a menu of occupations for anyone willing to try—library, chess, an instrument, writing, AI-generated videos or music, table tennis, boxing, shooting, cooking—like assigning homework to a student without a teacher.
The problem isn't a lack of hours. It's a lack of structure. When no one expects anything from you, when there is no boss or mortgage pushing you forward, the absence of internal discipline is laid bare. Freedom without management becomes paralysis, and paralysis, over time, becomes a hole that no distraction can fully fill.
Money changes the diagnosis
Here the thread splits. Some argue boredom is a luxury of the poor: with good pay or assets, having nothing to do is early retirement, with daily plans and no anxiety. Those who lived this situation at age 20 without subsidies remember it as their best years. Conversely, those who experienced it with €500 in benefits and another €500 for a family member did not enjoy it: money dwindled each month, and without money, there is no freedom.
The most repeated calculation is simple: Idleness is only bearable if it is funded. In poverty, they say, there is no dignified life; with a financial cushion, free time is paradise. The debate over subsidies stops being sarracena and becomes arithmetic.
Is boredom the precursor to something worse?
No. Sustained boredom wears people down but does not automatically lead to despair. Those who have experienced it firsthand say so plainly: behind every case is a story, a partner, children, a job, hobbies. They add an uncomfortable counterexample: countries with higher unemployment do not record more suicides; quite the opposite. Lack of purpose leads to apathy; apathy does not always lead to suicidal thoughts. These are distinct layers.
What does emerge strongly is the denunciation of a broken social contract. Shift work, early mornings, traffic jams, toxic environments, and ultimately remaining poor. The cost-benefit analysis of employment has deteriorated for part of the population, explaining why some prefer sleeping eight hours and avoiding relationship worries in exchange for giving up wages.
Performative purity and other excuses
There is a finer, almost psychological layer. Not drinking what ordinary people drink, not watching what others watch, not consuming mass leisure. This self-imposed purity works as an excuse: if nothing ordinary represents me, I don't have to prove anything. The friend's digital opium—the joints—is just another version of the same mechanism. The substance changes, not the function: covering the gap.
The most cited reply in the thread comes from someone who says they never get bored and dedicate a minimal portion of their energy to work. Another adds: boredom is undervalued and demonized; you need guts to be alone occasionally without distractions. A third notes that life's finiteness is what gives it value. If it were infinite, it would be worth nothing.
The happy NEET and the unhappy NEET
The thread's provisional conclusion is uncomfortable: not everyone doing nothing suffers. Some claim immense happiness without rowing against the current. Others, with the same amount of free time, sink. The difference lies not in the subsidy or occupation, but in something no one has fully named: the capacity to sustain one's own life without anyone organizing it for you. That is where the analysis stalls. And remains.
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