While I was projectile vomiting a few hours ago with a huge hungover I was meditating on why I was feeling this badly and realized a long part of it it's work. I like what I do but the whole industry is so exploitative, it's years and years of being felt inadequate when I know for a fact that I'm good at it, the work I do makes people millions! It's just I the one that can't enjoy that money, I have to work until I die just to give my kid a place to live so that he doesn't end up homeless when he can't find a job fast enough to keep paying rent. I need to work all my life to buy the place my parents bought, what kind of nonsense is this? Just to try and give my kid a better chance and to enter the rat race a little more well off. I feel bad for him though, I wish he would have been able to play more outside, have more friends instead of being all day at school and extra curricular institutions because I couldn't parent him because I worked all the time.
Seriously, this is fucked up.