It’s insane to me that people think they will somehow go braindead the minute they don’t have a job. Is that how they act once they get home after a long and exhausting day of labouring? Just sit down in the couch and die, staring at the white wallpaper until they collapse? From my only related experience with actually existing in this life, I fucking hate how I don’t have time for anything, ANYTHING, ever, because work work work, only to go home and work work work some more as an adult with actual responsibilities. Retirement ya, i might get a quarter of my shit in order, at best, but I’d probably just stock it with more responsibilities that I really don’t have time for, but a window of more time means a window of thinking about more shit that has been neglected or needs doing because things always do.
Is that how they act once they get home after a long and exhausting day of labouring? Just sit down in the couch and die, staring at the white wallpaper until they collapse?
Replace the wallpaper with a television and this is awfully familiar in my neighborhood.
To be fair, that is exactly what I do some days after work because this shit is needlessly exhausting. I think I need like a year of sickly Victorian style bedrest because I have been so burned out for so long that I don’t really have much of a sense of self at this point.
It’s insane to me that people think they will somehow go braindead the minute they don’t have a job. Is that how they act once they get home after a long and exhausting day of labouring? Just sit down in the couch and die, staring at the white wallpaper until they collapse? From my only related experience with actually existing in this life, I fucking hate how I don’t have time for anything, ANYTHING, ever, because work work work, only to go home and work work work some more as an adult with actual responsibilities. Retirement ya, i might get a quarter of my shit in order, at best, but I’d probably just stock it with more responsibilities that I really don’t have time for, but a window of more time means a window of thinking about more shit that has been neglected or needs doing because things always do.
Replace the wallpaper with a television and this is awfully familiar in my neighborhood.
To be fair, that is exactly what I do some days after work because this shit is needlessly exhausting. I think I need like a year of sickly Victorian style bedrest because I have been so burned out for so long that I don’t really have much of a sense of self at this point.
Me too, thanks.