Entry 102
I suspect I'm going to be a spiced worm for a while yet.
Maybe I shouldn't feel bad/guilty for being a spiced worm. I have a lot of me time but it ain't exactly the paradise people make it out to be. I'm anxious and miserable when I can't contribute. I feel useless.
Maybe this feeling of being useless is a by-product of a social construct. In particular capitalism and the Protestant work ethic.
But, like, I also think it's a net good for everyone when more people can contribute.
I'm burnt out, and I would like to lean against the emotional safety net my privilege and lack thereof can afford.