Emotional, mental and physical exhaustion are all I seem to have been acquainted with over the last six years. I put in a lot of work to overcome my disabilities in terms of employment and long-term unemployment and abject boredom/lack of any stability and routine with no hope of escape or relief are the thanks I get for my trouble. If you don't think this shit can exhaust someone, I've got a bridge to sell you.
It's easy to judge someone in my position as lazy or not trying hard enough, and trust me, America often does due in part to the fact that for this shithole we call a first world empire, wealth often equals success/intelligence even when the person who possesses said wealth has achieved neither or did so on the backs of everyone and everything else around them (the current bourgeoisie come to mind). And those same assholes are blaming their kids and grandkids for killing everything even though we never had so much as a vote on it, but I digress.
What's got me angry this time? The fact that I might have to get a degree in something I'm no good at (I already tried that with graphic design, believe it or not. Ya gotta be good with propaganda to make a living in that.) or even worse, outright hate. I already told you how I feel about business and I stand by it. But hey, that's just how it works in our system. Ya can't go for what you enjoy, you have to go for what makes money, and in my case, since I lived in a hollowed-out area that's little more than retired people, I can do neither.
I challenge any able-bodied person to live as many of us do for a while, if only for a little perspective. That's wishful thinking, of course, but one can dream.