What if I unknowingly made a deal to trade my sanity in exchange for not having to work again.
Maybe work is difficult because of brain damage and you’re not able to come to terms with that because the brain can’t perceive it’s own damage
I’ll never truly retire. I have too many interests and hobbies that keep me going. You’ll never see me in a rocking chair staring out the window.
yeah but what? it is not fun unless you have a lot of money to spend in your free time