Whenever I get some time off work I'm left wondering what kind of person I'd be if I wasn't forced to be productive for most of my time.
What's the point in living if every waking hour is labour? I'm either working, cooking, doing chores, keeping healthy.
I don't even have kids.
How is this not universally seen as a full fledged dystopia?
Even in the best case scenario of having a full weekend for myself, how is having 2 days out of 5 considered freedom?
I'm burnt out as fuck and I don't see how working hard to have free time when I'm old has any value. I'll be old.
I'm burnt out.
Fuck this.