I can't hold jobs for shit. Sometimes I'll have a job and it's light manual labour with next to no thinking involved, and I say, well at least I get to keep my mind for myself, I don't have to whore it out to some intellectual work I don't find interesting. Other times I will have a desk job, and I say at least the pay is alright, this keeps me dressed and fed nicely. Inevitably, I will look out the window, see something like a guy painting the lines on to the streets and say, damn that guy is lucky. I wish I had his job. Moral of the story, I can understand some of these points, but now I need to become independent myself. No good in just thinking it and not living it. As for now, though, I will enjoy my weekend.