And jobs can't love you because you're being paid to be around these people. They ain't your friends. It has to be that way otherwise society and capitalism would collapse. The way I have always dealt with it is to take care of my responsibilities and then ngaf. It helps you out psychologically to you know, have a life.

This, and a few other points you make, may be true for a lot of people but you seem to assume it’s true for everyone and I just want to point out that that’s not the case. Life is what you make of it, and that’s also true of work life. I like my colleagues and treat them like friends and you know what? It makes things a lot easier and a lot more fun too. Hell, I even started a board game club that has grown to fifteen people, of which three work somewhere else now but still join in from time to time.

Cynicism, which I am reading between the lines, is easy because you don’t have to do anything if the world’s fucked anyway. It’s boring as hell, too. You can spend a life dulled by it for sure, if you let it. Pushing back against the dark, reaching out to people, treating them like complex humans of their own? That’s more like what I would call being alive is about.