I feel like this. I've been """"unemployed""""" since January, and I think once you've had time to "breathe", so to speak, you start to live more slowly, take life as it comes and not think too much about irrelevant, socially constructed shit that doesn't matter one bit because we all just die in the end anyway.

The downside for me is that I'm stuck living with my parents, because in order to get unemployment benefits (which, in any case would not be enough to rent even a single room in the shittest shared flat you could possibly imagine, because I'm a single man and as such the whole system treats you as a subhuman because you're expected to "suck it up" and "help yourself") you have to provide evidence that you've been seeking employment for 35 hours a week, even if you have actual properly diagnosed mental illness. can't just go and set up camp in the woods and hunt birds and forage for nuts and berries like we're supposed to, because every square millimetre of land is someone's "property" and you'll get arrested. and that's done deliberately. can't have the slaves escaping now, can we? we need more people to take out loans and buy pointless shit that adds nothing to their lives other than clutter. Ted was right.