Fucking 40-hour work week. I hate it. I spend much of time at work doing something I don't really see has much of a purpose. I wake up, I go to work, I go home to play video games or work out. Much of my time is spent at work and commuting in between, and I feel as though it's taking a toll on my mind. A toll on how I see things.... I don't want any of what working a 40-hour work week entails.

Some say "oh, it's adulthood. Get used to it." I refuse. I can't accept this form of slavery... Why should I only have two days to enjoy myself? Two days isn't anywhere near enough! I love cycling. I love building systems, I love working on the yard, and especially working out. Instead, I find myself tired and drained from the day's monotony. It's depressing, really.

I work at a University, and kind of already see the fate of these young kids. They'll go to college, learn accounting, psychology, whatever will make them happy and productive worker bees. Why would anyone want that for themselves? So you can enjoy retirement at an old age when you're not physically able to, because of the fucking McDonald's you've eaten?

For now, I must work and toil. I must pay the taxes and play along like a good little robot. It won't last long though. I can't be just like everybody else and slowly lose my aspirations and dreams to the barrages of monotony, mediocrity, and soccer practices. Maybe these are the ramblings of a young 25 year old, but this I've known for a while: Work sucks, and my time would be better spent pursuing hobbies and interests that keep my attention.

I make it a habit of asking people what they would rather be doing over working or school. Some can't come up with an answer -- they've never even imagined a world without having work. Kind of sad, to be perfectly honest.