When I read Adam Smith in college, I remember my seminar focusing on whether workers in a capitalist society could live meaningful intellectual lives.
Well, I’m here to tell you right now that they can’t. In the past year, I’ve worked so much and thought so little. It’s been ages since I finished a book, or formulated complex thoughts. When I come home, I only have enough mental energy to read blog posts.
I feel like the post uninteresting person, ever.
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Oh God. Sometimes I get home from work at 5.30pm, cook dinner, and am so exhausted from the monotony, that I’m asleep at 7.30pm. I’m up at 6 the next day to do the tedium all over again. The half an hour on the train to work in the mornings is the only time my brain feels alive and awake – it’s depressing.