Darkover
Angelic
- Jul 29, 2021
- 4,720
Seriously, the way we are expected to live truly disgusts me. We work every day at jobs that we hate in order to maintain lives that suck.
I think, really, 8 hours in a 24 hour day leaves a lot of time, right? But an hour to get ready, and hour to get there, an hour to get back. That's 11 hours dedicated to just the shit job. 5x a week, that's 55 hours.
Then there's sleep. 8 hours a night for that (except on the nights you dedicate several hours of that to lying in bed writhing in agony over not being able to sleep and having to get up so fucking soon). 7x a week for that- there's another 56 hours.
Then there are chores. We'll skimp on kitchen hours and call it an hour a day to cook, eat, clean the kitchen. Boom, 7 hours a week. Probably what... 5 to run errands, 2 doing laundry, 3 for basic home maintenance... that's 17 hours for chores.
That's 128 hours in a week that don't fucking belong to you. And that's if you don't dedicate time to the gym or other optional shit that makes living more manageable. There are only 168 hours in a week, guys.
All this means that on an average week with no overtime or shit like moving, seeing a doctor, or going to the dmv; 40 hours are actually mine. So the first question is, why does my job get more of my time than I do? The time I DO get, I don't even enjoy, because I have to THINK ABOUT ALL OF THE REST OF THE TIME in order to prepare myself for it.
And then comes buying the shit to distract myself so I don't have to FEEL SO BAD ABOUT IT. The little treats that tell you "see, you're not doing all of this for nothing." You know the ones. The material things that actually make you more fucking miserable than you were before? Yeah. And aaalllllll this stuff we buy just extends the timeframe before retirement.
OH RETIREMENT. Thank god I did all that work, so I could lie in a recliner and piss myself, staying alive beyond the time of having a fully functioning brain or body, in order to appease the people around me for a little while longer. Enjoying the fruits of our labor? Yeah. Sure.
So basically thinking about building a little shanty and dropping off grid and dying early living a life I picked for myself instead of this godawful crap this world is trying to shove me into
I think, really, 8 hours in a 24 hour day leaves a lot of time, right? But an hour to get ready, and hour to get there, an hour to get back. That's 11 hours dedicated to just the shit job. 5x a week, that's 55 hours.
Then there's sleep. 8 hours a night for that (except on the nights you dedicate several hours of that to lying in bed writhing in agony over not being able to sleep and having to get up so fucking soon). 7x a week for that- there's another 56 hours.
Then there are chores. We'll skimp on kitchen hours and call it an hour a day to cook, eat, clean the kitchen. Boom, 7 hours a week. Probably what... 5 to run errands, 2 doing laundry, 3 for basic home maintenance... that's 17 hours for chores.
That's 128 hours in a week that don't fucking belong to you. And that's if you don't dedicate time to the gym or other optional shit that makes living more manageable. There are only 168 hours in a week, guys.
All this means that on an average week with no overtime or shit like moving, seeing a doctor, or going to the dmv; 40 hours are actually mine. So the first question is, why does my job get more of my time than I do? The time I DO get, I don't even enjoy, because I have to THINK ABOUT ALL OF THE REST OF THE TIME in order to prepare myself for it.
And then comes buying the shit to distract myself so I don't have to FEEL SO BAD ABOUT IT. The little treats that tell you "see, you're not doing all of this for nothing." You know the ones. The material things that actually make you more fucking miserable than you were before? Yeah. And aaalllllll this stuff we buy just extends the timeframe before retirement.
OH RETIREMENT. Thank god I did all that work, so I could lie in a recliner and piss myself, staying alive beyond the time of having a fully functioning brain or body, in order to appease the people around me for a little while longer. Enjoying the fruits of our labor? Yeah. Sure.
So basically thinking about building a little shanty and dropping off grid and dying early living a life I picked for myself instead of this godawful crap this world is trying to shove me into