Whoever invented the idea of 40 hour work weeks should be dragged behind the barn and shot. We're literally just talking apes on an organic space ship like I heard somebody once say. We don't even know where the space ship is going or why, and even if we did it doesn't change the fact that our bodies will break down over the course of a century and render whatever effort we exert pointless. So tell me why the hell should I spend any of my time working? There's infinite shit out there I'll never see. Sadly the closest thing I'll get to travel is watching youtube or browsing reddit. This is fucking bullshit. All so I can barerly afford a new tire if I run into a pot hole on the way there? Or go completely broke if I ever decide I'm sick of dealing with pain and going to the doctor? This game cannot be won and I'm sick of playing. The only thing that makes me happy is drugs and that's pathetic. I'd go sober in a minute if I actually thought there was something out there waiting for me. But, there isn't. And that's fucking sad. Anyway rant over. How the hell do I get out of this before I become too self destructive?