Not everyone can find something they love and are good at it enough to make a career out of it let alone long enough to maintain a woman's interest in you. Those who find this are rare, and very fortunate. Or supposedly very fortunate. Whatever the fuck that means. Some might just not know what they want to do. Maybe they haven't found it, and have no desire to make themselves settle for less. Most jobs feel empty and pointless, like you're living for something that doesn't fulfill you in any way, just to get a regular paycheck. Bosses are often power-tripping assholes who realize their job is pointless too, but at least they get to take advantage of their power to feel like the alpha-baboon. Same goes for most landlords that I have come across. Then there are co-workers. Some are cool, but a lot of them are petty backstabbing pricks who will do anything to get ahead at your expense, or they just enjoy the drama - again, this makes their lives seem less pointless. Then there's the bigger picture. Why do I have this idea of 'success' so deeply embedded up my ass in the first place? The culture of economy. You can't even draw a line between the two. Here we live in a culture that was first founded on puritan ethics, and then capitalism took control of your average persons life philosophy: To be the person I "should" be, I need to make a lot of money so that others will look at me and think, 'great job.' And in most cases to attract the attention of a women. A lot of people don't bother asking themselves if they're happy, because that puritan ethic comes into play, saying: "happiness doesn't matter, now get back to work you lazy bum" and the threat of being seen as someone whos unsuccessful (capitalist culture) reinforces the same. Few can see any alternative. Plus, people find a certain sense of security in living by a life script. Being adrift is terrifying to most. I see it all the time: "I want to have x amt of money saved away by the time I'm 25, and settled into a career.. children around 30.. blahblahblah" -- but what actually happens? Life. Its not predictable and there is no security, only the illusion of it. So why bother just to hang onto some shakey illusion of freedom, when you could actually go try to pursue something more real? Like surfing. Whats fulfilling about sitting in a cubicle all day? We weren't designed to do that, yet the system we were integrated into since an early age dictates it. Its no wonder so many people are on ssris and physically unhealthy, living this artificial lifestyle, like a bunch of domesticated humans. Me personally, I don't feel domestic. You couldn't put me in a cubicle for 8 hours a day. The job I'm about to get, I will spend at most a few hours in each location, and I won't have a boss breathing fire down my neck the whole time. I couldn't force myself to sit in a desk enough to keep getting degrees either. 2 weeks at university was way more than enough of that. I felt suffocated by the structure and demands. Being forced to write a paper on poetry analysis when I simply could not was my breaking point. I hate schedules, I hate business clothing, I hate business -people-, any institutional setting.. its -all- suffocating, and it feels unnatural to me, and I'd jump through these hoops for what: To attract the opposite sex by having a bunch of money, nice house and car get married and live to work paying shit off, meeting her and her family's constant expectations while licking the boots of some dickhead schmuck I hate every day hoping for a better promotion, like some pathetic begging salivating dog? Count me out. I'm going my own way...