Life is mostly doing things you don't want to do until you die. How do most people, like, deal?

For instance, I work twelve hour days. I wake up early, I work with strangers, I go home, I pay for gas, I drive, I cook, I clean, I do dishes, I brush my teeth I do my laundry on my days off I have to do chores -- visits, appointments, etc. Then when I finally have any time to myself I just don't want to do anything.

It seems like whatever pleasure we feel is just relief, but maybe all pleasure is relief. Idk. We're born without our consent, if we're lucky we leave without our consent. We're complicit in an economic system that's basically just a blood engine -- like, yeah, ice cream, right? That's great, sure, but then you think about how other people are doing shit they hate to make it. Or what about the animals? Where they have to strap a cow to a milking machine and centrifuge the pus from the blood crusted nipples out to make the ice cream? Everything just seems horrific. Our economic system is grown from the environment it's created on -- life feeding on life, even the ground we walk on is decay. It's just corpses all the way to the ground.

I don't know how to keep doing this and whenever I'm around other people and they seem even kind of fine I feel like I'm taking crazy pills. This shit sucks so fucking much. I hate being alive