This is where I try to map my feelings to words. You might find these relatable, crazy, and/or just plain cringe. Regardless, read at your own peril -- or your own schadenfreude.

Entry 102

Published on: by hyperreal

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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.