The effect of work

Think of these scenarios, you are confined in your little cubicle, hammering over your computer and doing things that have no significant impact on other people around you. You can drop dead right now right there for all they care. While the world outside is moving in a fast, unflinching pace your world moves in a motion that can be compared to a DVD set backward four times.

I feel like that for half a decade, I feel like bringing oxygen tank every morning when I prepare myself to work. Eight-hour work is a complete exercise in futility, better to strangle someone and get confined to a penetentiary and watch free cable all day, its a version of honorable slavery, you slave yourself without the emotional agony.

The only difference is not hooking yourself on chain and knuckles and drag yourself across the Atlantic on some wrecked shipped with white masters giving out pompous innuendos.