So for months I walked around with a skip in my step, thinking I could soon say goodbye to my miserable office prole life. I was finally going to be free to pursue my interests - bodybuilding, researching, dreaming - all without the dark cloud of work constantly looming over me. However, circumstances changed and my parents recently reneged on the plan. I've been in shambles since.
Don't get me wrong. I've never felt entitled to handouts. And even with the condo, I still would've continued to work in some capacity - for money but also out of a sense of obligation to my parents. The crucial difference is I'd be free to pursue work that doesn't make me super depressed, because I wouldn't have to answer to anyone. No more punching in at 9 and out at 5 everyday. No more being on fight-or-flight mode 24/7. And if anyone got overly demanding, I could tell them to pound sand.
Just writing about that alternate reality brought a smile to my face, if only for a brief few seconds. How am I going to back to work knowing I have another 10+ years of this prison sentence?
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