I hope I one day have a job where I don’t dread Sunday nights for the anticipation of the week. Wanting to get out of bed would be nice, too. All I ever think about is how much awesomeness I’m missing because I’m doing what I HAVE to do.
Why do I HAVE to do this? Why do I HAVE to follow the standard that was created by men hundreds of years ago? Shouldn’t we evolve instead of blindly playing this game?