The Rat Race
when I started looking for work, I used to think I could resist the rat race. I felt sorry people who were stuck in a nine- -five job. I thought I was different everyone else and I believed that I could find my own way without making any adjustments or sacrifices. That's how naive I was.
Don't get me wrong, I'm still a pretty unique guy. I hate routines so I like to mix things . I try not to get stuck in a rut. That's something I have always been afraid of. So I fought the system for a long time. I did things you're not supposed to do, things that made me look silly, things that got me in trouble other people.
Like, I stayed up way my bedtime. I went to concerts weeknights. I listened to music really loud in the morning despite my neighbors' complaints. I rode my bike to work when it was really cold out. I joined a softball team even though I'm really bad at sports.
But I just kept getting more and more tired and there were always deadlines meet and I found myself constantly behind work so I ended up staying late at the office pretty much every day. Eventually I fell a rhythm: I'd come home exhausted, I'd watch a little TV, and then I'd fall asleep on the couch.
Somewhere the line I stopped hanging out with my friends. I didn't remember to text them when it was their birthday and sometimes I didn't even text when they checked with me. Slowly they all gave up me and all a sudden I didn't get invited to parties anymore.
At one point I realized I had no social life all. That really freaked me out. I realized I can't do this for the next forty years. I have had less money before, but I was happier. Not to mention I miss waking up and not knowing what's going to happen. So yes, something has to . The sooner the better.