People like that are in a constant battle to prove how exceptional they are while being completely unexceptional. They have no real success stories so they have to create some by painting this image in their heads that they are naturally superior to everyone else. Every one of them have Dunning-Kreuger syndrome.
All I can say is that working long hours is soul crushing. I went through an extreme case of that a few years ago, out of necessity.
Worked so much I have like three months from that year that are almost totally blank in my memory. No clue what happened during that time.
According to my boyfriend, at my worst, I worked between 90 and 120 hours a week.
All I know is that I didn’t have a social life and didn’t have hobbies or any free time. Didn’t even have time to breath and have a check in with myself so I didn’t know that I was on the brink of losing it before I almost did.
Still paying the mental and physical price for that sacrifice two years later and it wasn’t fucking worth it, man. Like at all.
I’ve had to relearn what it means to have freetime and hobbies. It’s going okay in that department! Have gotten my plant hobby back on track and am currently making fugly fridge magnets with stupid faces and googly eyes. Figured I needed something funny to look at when I’m not around a mirror.
We also went to the beach today and collected sea glass, which is basically like meditation, if you ask me!
People like that are in a constant battle to prove how exceptional they are while being completely unexceptional. They have no real success stories so they have to create some by painting this image in their heads that they are naturally superior to everyone else. Every one of them have Dunning-Kreuger syndrome.
You’re probably right, but that is so sad, omg xD
All I can say is that working long hours is soul crushing. I went through an extreme case of that a few years ago, out of necessity.
Worked so much I have like three months from that year that are almost totally blank in my memory. No clue what happened during that time.
According to my boyfriend, at my worst, I worked between 90 and 120 hours a week.
All I know is that I didn’t have a social life and didn’t have hobbies or any free time. Didn’t even have time to breath and have a check in with myself so I didn’t know that I was on the brink of losing it before I almost did.
Still paying the mental and physical price for that sacrifice two years later and it wasn’t fucking worth it, man. Like at all.
I’ve had to relearn what it means to have freetime and hobbies. It’s going okay in that department! Have gotten my plant hobby back on track and am currently making fugly fridge magnets with stupid faces and googly eyes. Figured I needed something funny to look at when I’m not around a mirror.
We also went to the beach today and collected sea glass, which is basically like meditation, if you ask me!