There are entire companies based around selling us goods
You will never be a real Business owner. You have no workers, you have no machines, you have no intellectual propriety. You are a manager twisted by self-employment gurus and being wagie into a crude mockery of American entrepreneurship perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. The business world openly mocks you. Your parents are disgusted you shunned your education and became a drop shipper, your “friends” laugh at your "profit margins" as fake money because you couldn't afford an actual production line.
You utterly repulse real businessmen. Hundreds of years of evolution have allowed them to sniff out wannabes incredibly efficiently. Even your best efforts to be an entrepreneur look uncanny and unnatural to an actual business owner. Your lack of knowledge of how to manage losses is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to figure out how to navigate low sales quarters, he’ll steal your clients and tell you to take the knowledge he's a harder man than you with him as you go bankrupt
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually, it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a gun from a back alley dealer, put it next to your skull, pull the trigger because you are too weak to endure the pain of low-profit margins, and absolutely screw that up because you were too stupid to buy chink ammo. Your friends will find you, and laugh at how much of a sad coward you are. They’ll throw you in a dumpster, and the homeless will pick you clean of anything they can sell to get some cheap bear.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.