So you worked your ass of at college for eight years, worked your ass even further off at some nerve-wrecking desk job for 40, wrote a book or two, then golfed 'till you died. A few people you've never met know your name... maybe.
Big fucking deal.
You'll be spending the rest of eternity under a tombstone like me, and I've spent my whole life being lazy and pursuing simple, carnal pleasures. I'm an alien to stress, and regret nothing.
You wasted your whole life working because you blindly obeyed the instinct that tells you to do what society expects of you. You are a failure. Your dark, earthy reward awaits you.
Ha ha ha.
Big fucking deal.
You'll be spending the rest of eternity under a tombstone like me, and I've spent my whole life being lazy and pursuing simple, carnal pleasures. I'm an alien to stress, and regret nothing.
You wasted your whole life working because you blindly obeyed the instinct that tells you to do what society expects of you. You are a failure. Your dark, earthy reward awaits you.
Ha ha ha.
Do you find yourself fantasizing that his genitalia are proportionately larger then his small frame would suggest?
I will say this though - it is not 'work' if you love what you do, which is why I work a little. It's certainly not for the money and I do exactly what I want with my life.
Oh and by the way, it is absolutely awesome to be able to bring girls home whenever I want, and not have to wait for my mom to go to bed!
But it's pretty much worthless.
Scientists have done plenty of studies proofing that People with internalized goals and ambitions are generally happier people.