Having cravings is so much worse than being hungry. I can be at peace with my stomach rumbling but my brain going “cookie cookie cookie cookie cookie cookie” is literally torture
Quelqu’un peut m’expliquer comment une seule personne est censée réussir à travailler de 9 h à 18 h, faire 10 000 pas par jour, aller à la salle de sport trois fois par semaine, cuisiner des repas faits maison, garder la maison impeccable, passer du temps de qualité avec sa famille, dormir huit heures par nuit, lire des livres, apprendre des langues, avoir des loisirs, prendre soin de sa santé, être séduisante en permanence… et réussir malgré tout à ne pas finir avec un trouble anxieux ?
J’ai l’impression qu’on nous a vendu une image de la vie qui est tout simplement impossible à tenir dans la réalité.
Unless I’m working in an ER, working as a paramedic, or working as a firefighter, there’s no reason I should be expected to “thrive in a fast-paced, high-pressure environment.” Just fix the terrible management and stop running your office like a circus.
Swimming at 7pm is the only hour of my day where my brain shuts up about the business. for 50 minutes I'm thinking about whether my form is correct and nothing else. Then I check my phone in the parking lot and the 47 pending things come rushing back. but those 50 minutes of silence are the reason the other 23 hours are survivable.
Corporate life will teach you that knowing the job is only half the battle.
The real skill is staying calm in meetings, reading the room, managing ego, receiving vague feedback, and not replying emails with your real thoughts.
Met several childhood friends this week.
Shocked by how many ave up on their ambition and are now housewives. And I'm talking about the ones we called prodigies.
Same story for everyone. At some point they evaluated that what they're earning is a meaningless amount compared to their partners' family business income. So they stopped working.
This is terrible short-term thinking.
Long back I read Erich Fromm, who explained the primitive psychology behind every parent-child relationship that I believe applies here too.
He argued that beneath the love that parent and child feel for each other, there is a transaction at play.
The exchange of security for obedience.
Parents give security, and in exchange expect obedience, even if they consciously think otherwise.
Parents who 'feel' they aren't providing enough are more liberal. The ones who 'feel' they have, demand compliance.
Apply this to a marriage where one partner earns and the other doesn't.
- the earning partner accumulates unconscious authority, sometimes without wanting it.
- the non-earning partner begins to self-limit- opinions soften, needs minimize, disagreements are swallowed.
Love remains real but underneath it, the exchange of security and obedience creeps in.
It doesn't start as that transaction, it becomes one.
The earning partner may never demand obedience and may even actively discourage it. But the non-earning partner's psyche has already done the math.
I strongly believe that each individual should work, even if you're making what feels like a meaningless amount. Do it simply to keep for your sense of independence and freedom.
I genuinely think if we all moved to a 4 day working week it would change the course of society. People would be happier, healthier, less angry, more present, I really think it would change the world.
I don't know how Microsoft isn't embarrassed by how bad the search functionality is in Outlook. I could be looking for something from YESTERDAY and it'll be like "nope never heard of that email try again"
I am realising a little cheat code to life is always reading some fiction. Always have a novel going. Getting bored? Oh let me check on Shankar, the clerk turned hotelier in 1960s kolkata? Did he get a job or not? There should always be some story going on in bg of your life
i'm either preparing for an exam, taking an exam, recovering from an exam or realising i'm already late to study for the next exam. and repeat. this is my life.