10 year work anniversary today
I miss being unemployed. I miss it so fucking bad. Today was an absolute shit day at work and it's really made me question a lot of life choices. I was unemployed right up until I was 24 and god damn it felt good to be a gangsta.
>Woke up whenever I wanted
>Did whatever I wanted
>Went wherever I wanted
>Read so many fucking books. My average was 3 a week according to GoodReads stats back then
>Learned so many things. Do you know how long it takes to get really good at bass guitar? about 3 years of practice. I know because I fucking did it. I used to spend about an hour most days practicing.
>Gardened so fucking much. I used to have a vegetable patch that was my pride and joy. I grew carrots, parsnips, swedes, potatoes, tomatoes, basil, mint, sage, ginger, chillies, eggplants and a shit load of other things and I loved taking care of them and harvesting them
>Wore shorts and flipflops, that's it. I only actually got dressed with a shirt and hoodie when the temps hit < 50f
I woke up every single day a free man. Every day full of possibility. If I wanted to waste it, I did. If I wanted to be productive, I did. Now every fucking day is the same and I feel crushed. I haven't slept peacefully in many, many years. I hate it. There's always a ball to juggle whether it be work, bills, a broken down thing, social obligations, work travel or whatever fucking else. I fucking hate it. I want out. Yay fucking money but you spend it on a fucking mortgage, a car that breaks down, shit to help you cope through your horrible work days and cope with the stress of pretending to be someone and something you're fucking not and deal with the fucking shitty retards you're forced to interact with day in and day out, buy stupid fucking clothes for work that makes you feel like your skin is being suffocated, it's all just fucking meaningless. I'm so fucking tired that I don't enjoy ANYTHING anymore. I'm depressed and fucking miserable. I wake up tired I hate it. I FUCKING HATE IT I WANT OUT.
>Woke up whenever I wanted
>Did whatever I wanted
>Went wherever I wanted
>Read so many fucking books. My average was 3 a week according to GoodReads stats back then
>Learned so many things. Do you know how long it takes to get really good at bass guitar? about 3 years of practice. I know because I fucking did it. I used to spend about an hour most days practicing.
>Gardened so fucking much. I used to have a vegetable patch that was my pride and joy. I grew carrots, parsnips, swedes, potatoes, tomatoes, basil, mint, sage, ginger, chillies, eggplants and a shit load of other things and I loved taking care of them and harvesting them
>Wore shorts and flipflops, that's it. I only actually got dressed with a shirt and hoodie when the temps hit < 50f
I woke up every single day a free man. Every day full of possibility. If I wanted to waste it, I did. If I wanted to be productive, I did. Now every fucking day is the same and I feel crushed. I haven't slept peacefully in many, many years. I hate it. There's always a ball to juggle whether it be work, bills, a broken down thing, social obligations, work travel or whatever fucking else. I fucking hate it. I want out. Yay fucking money but you spend it on a fucking mortgage, a car that breaks down, shit to help you cope through your horrible work days and cope with the stress of pretending to be someone and something you're fucking not and deal with the fucking shitty retards you're forced to interact with day in and day out, buy stupid fucking clothes for work that makes you feel like your skin is being suffocated, it's all just fucking meaningless. I'm so fucking tired that I don't enjoy ANYTHING anymore. I'm depressed and fucking miserable. I wake up tired I hate it. I FUCKING HATE IT I WANT OUT.