So I'm 40 and currently stock shelves for a living and have worked with quite a few old people over the years who didn't have to be there, they have money, they retired and came back to be a janitor or stocker just because they didn't know what to do with themselves without someone giving them an order. How do such people exist? They kind of piss me off because they have the freedom I so desperately crave but they don't appreciate it. In all the years you've been alive you're telling me that you've found NOTHING that you like to do with your time? You're so bored that you'd rather scrub toilets? WHAT THE HELL?! Sometimes I wish I was like them because this world was made for them.
There is no way in hell that I would have a job if I didn't need the money. There is an infinite universe of things I want to do that do not involve punching a clock or making money. Music alone is infinite possibilities. I'm trying to compose music and produce records, but I'm so frustrated about not getting much done because my life has to revolve around an unrelated job and other chores most of us have to do. There's barely enough time to do the stuff I don't want to do, much less what I want to do. So much has to be neglected. I wish the clock would slow the hell down. By the time I die I will have barely scratched the surface of what I could have done. The things I'm interested in only serve as a tease. I guess I need to have a lobotomy so I can have no interests and be content with being a good worker drone.
I have stayed true to my vow to never inflict this life on anyone else, so at least I have that to be proud of.