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  • Writer's pictureChoo Choo

Human Conditioning


Caught in an endless loop of working too much and being cranky about not having any time off, and when I do, panicking that I'm not working enough and wishing I could be more productive. I know I ain't special. Everyone feels this way; we have a national workaholic epidemic on our hands. Until we stop treating busy-ness as a badge of honor, we're just going to feel terrible about ourselves until our ulcers finally burst and drown us in a torrent of stomach acid and unshakable malaise.

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