Needing to work to be happy, or to have a meaningful life, or to feel productive or fulfilled, or whatever - that’s been an alien concept to me my entire life.

People talk about their careers with pride, they look forward to going to work and … I don’t understand it. Is this supposed to be an achievement? There is no amount of money or perks that could fool me into believing I’m not selling my life away. It’s really fucking hard to pretend everything is fine, when sometimes I just want to disappear in the woods.

Doesn’t anyone else feel like this?