Doing anything on someone else’s schedule no longer brings you joy
Since I was young, my dad always told me “Follow your passion” and not to worry about earning money since it’ll come if you are good at what you do.
On the surface, this makes a lot of sense right? I spent a lot of my life following that advice, I’ve been great with computers since I was a kid, I spent all my pocket money from the age of 11 onwards buying computer magazines, memorising computer “tips and tricks” and being fascinated about the latest developments in technology.
At the age of 15 I worked a summer job assembling and networking dozens of computers at a local “cyber cafe”, remember those? I spent my days helping people with issues, troubleshooting computer problems and generally enjoyed myself.
After a couple of weeks though, I realised I began dreading my time at the cyber cafe, this wasn’t a fun activity anymore that I chose to pursue at my leisure, it was something that I HAD to do, every day, and what’s worse I didn’t get to choose when I did it! The problem with advice that tells you to “Follow you passion” is that your passion is now attached to your job and it’s no longer a choice! You have to do it! Every. single. fucking.day. for at least 8 hours a day. This was my first clue.
No one likes being forced to do anything, doesn’t matter what it is, the fact that you’re forced to do it takes the fun out of it. Don’t believe me? Imagine something you absolutely love doing, it could be anything, but let’s pick Sex. Your passion is to have sex with different beautiful girls every day and you are going to follow your passion.
Getting paid to have sex as a man would be a dream come true right? You spend your days having sex with many, different, beautiful women, and you’re thinking – hah no way am I getting sick of this.
But one day, you want to leave early, you’d like to have only 7 hours of sex today, but you can’t. You HAVE TO stay, you’re forced to stay for the whole 8 hours, even though you don’t want to be there. I promise you, that 8th hour, is going to feel absolutely fucking terrible and slowly but surely as that happens more and more, over time you will come to dislike and then absolutely fucking loathe this job and will get the fuck out.
If you’re doing a job, even in a field you’re passionate about, you don’t get to choose what you’re working on
My second clue came when I ended up doing computer science at uni, in retrospect this was a big mistake. While I was great at putting computers together, coding in my free time, reading up on the latest technologies, that didn’t mean I would enjoy being a software developer as a career.
What ended up happening was that I found that the reality of working in software development as a career was very different to what I thought it would be, you have no freedom of what you’re working on, doesn’t matter what you think, it’s all about what is most profitable for the company you’re working on.
Most of the time you’re working with products someone else created, doesn’t matter if you have ideas to make it better, do things faster or generally improve things, it all costs money, money people are not willing to put towards it. It is soul crushing because it is a far cry from me choosing to work on something that I consider my passion.
No one likes feeling powerless, and that’s exactly what is happening, we are in fucking servitude every single week, most of us 40-60 hours a week! We aren’t donating this time out of the goodness of our hearts, we need to do this activity to survive – it’s not out of choice though that’s what we are indoctrinated to believe.
But some people say they really do enjoy work
You know people that really genuinely do enjoy their work right. Or at least people that say they do. hese people fall into two categories.
People in the first category are either delusional, they’ve convinced themselves they love their job as a coping mechanism because that is better than accepting that they have no free will on how they use around 75% of their waking life once you account for commuting. They are suffering from Stockholm syndrome.
People in the second category tend to be those that have fuck you money, meaning they actually are there out of choice, and if they wanted to, could just say “fuck you” to their boss and quit on the spot rather than do something against their will like work unpaid overtime – which I am sure everyone reading this has done at some point. I know I have.
We are taught from a young age that we need to be productive members of society because those who aren’t will be considered a leech, you end up working following terrible advice like “follow your passion”.
What ends up happening when you “follow your passion” and make it your job is that you end up not only dreading an activity you used to once love, you also lose something that used to be an escape from work.
The reality is that as long as we are forced to do work to survive, it doesn’t matter what kind of work it is, the sheer fact that you are forced to do it everyday without choosing your own terms makes it fucking unbearable!
Having a FUCK YOU fund can make things better
The only way to make this a little better and take back a semblance of control over your life is to start working towards a FUCK YOU fund.
Imagine a world where you have a ‘fuck you fund’, now suddenly you don’t need to put up with your dick boss who thinks it’s ok to scream at people in the workplace, you don’t need to put up with snarky remarks when you took that 1 day off sick for the first time in 3 years, and you don’t have to put up with those taking advantage of you knowing you will do unpaid overtime because you NEED this job.
Things change when you have fuck you money and I personally think that it should be something everyone should work towards as soon as possible, it’s the only way to escape from the fucking captivity of work.
So, for your own sake, face reality, recognise work for what it is, an unavoidable reality where we trade labour for means to survive – and don’t let it corrupt your enjoyment of whatever you’re passionate about and try to get out as soon as fucking possible, start by creating a fuck you fund.
No one else is going to save you, you’re not going to win the lottery, the sooner you fucking start the quicker you’ll get there and have the freedom to start actually living your life.