Why societies that offer their individuals clean and hot water, broadband internet and high-definition 3D soap operas, packaged meat, fast massive transport, and millions of shoes to choose from still force the vast majority of them to spend 1/3 of my life time on something they find uninteresting or dislike or even hate?
I am not ok with the phrase 'I hate my job' being so popular.
Maybe my working time would be more 'free' if only few of the facilities above existed, maybe meaningful work results to specific goods. But now I am here. Some freedom to live my splendid and unique life means the 'sacrifice' of popular pathways of uncomfortable career and consumption of yummy goodies in the time windows of freedom my job grudgingly allows -which still have a remaining smell of its melancholy-.
Good luck my victims of depressive affluence.
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