Or a quiet day where you don’t buy anything or even spend money by burning gas. Like “Should I go do something?” Nah. Stay at home, read a book, don’t even turn your car on. But then you’re like “I wasted the day.” Hell no you didn’t, you actually lived.
Like I get anxiety when I wake up and realize I’m off work today. I sit there like…“wow I’m really wasting my life away just resting and loving myself when I could be breaking my back at the hospital right now? I’m useless? I could be making money? What’s life?”
I had a breakdown about this yesterday. Fucking sucks