I quit my job under a decade ago due to sickness of body and disgust for the working world. My last major one was working 42hr/week as a cashier in my late teens. I'll never get into another 9-5 job as I hate repetitive tasks with no purpose and dislike being told what to do by people less skillful than me.
I'll volunteer instead if I feel the need to 'do something' for the community. I might even sell some stuff online (my art/stories) or barter things for the goods I need.
If I end up getting paid to play, well that's different. But don't tell me to do it; I'll darn well do what I like, when I like.
__________________ I then asked myself, "What if my imagination was so great that I actually imagined myself in chains all this time?" And when I finally understood the question, the manacles disappeared. |