Gotta remember this is the shitpost community

No one is saying that

The secret recipe is slavery.

Get a job in the forest industry and you'll be: exercising daily and getting ripped. Sisyphus has a job, it is pushing a boulder up a hill for eternity. Personally, I'd go nuts because I crave mental stimulation.

At least the feller got to get outside and breathe some fresh moutain air.

Just pretend everything is fine until you gaslight yourself into being ok. Depression? Never heard of it!

the therapist's name? Albert Camus

Came here to say I wish everyone gets a very specific deep cut joke like this every day. I got to find the humor otherwise I would ask what's the point of living.

This is my approach to hobbies. I spent two years kinda learning Spanish n Duolingo and had a 2 year streak, but then I just stopped and wasn’t mad cause the goal wasn’t to learn Spanish it was just something I was interested in at the time and was fun.

I’m all about journeys and doing what is fun at the time but I’m not forcing myself to finish things if I don’t want to. Maybe I’m broken but I have lots of fun and never get bored.

That's a bit hyperbolic. You can complete a task, a project, a goal. Maybe your task is to do this weeks laundry. Maybe your goal is to build a habit around finishing your laundry. Or your project is to assess your wardrobe and donate your old clothes.

All completable things that should give your brain dopamine and make you feel good about yourself, it's natural and okay to find joy from those things!

Yeah but videogames can actually be fun for a while. I suspect work would be far more bearable if everything could be completed. I would be much happier if I didn't need a job to survive or have a decent standard of living.

You make some pots for the neighbors, think your work is done, then suddenly it's "Oh no Arkadios we dropped one of our urns and also we want to store extra grain for the cold season" and here I am making MORE FUCKING URNS.

What I wouldn't give to live in the old days before people had to learn a trade to get by!

No, but people were much less alienated from their labour, so it likely didn't feel nearly as soul-crushing as it does today

that’s what the helots are for

"The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy."

The man is a lunatic. Prolonged struggle and strife without at least some visible progress is abject torture.

This is a classic Internet example of making up a hypothetical argument so you can make a point, despite the hypothetical argument being completely untrue and irrelevant.

Happens all the time these days.

I'm stunned, daily, by these takes on lemmy. I quit a fat IT career to sling mulch, rocks and lumber for $15/hr., happier by far. I work hard, my physique is clearly better after only a month, my coworkers respect and like me, the managers all know me by name in a place where a 1-month employee wouldn't rate a glance.

I'm learning more about the world and how things work, already got some great tips from customers for doing shit free and cheap. I'm getting better hours, and more of them. Already been offered a temp job, one they don't ask dipshits to handle. And the fringe benefits! I scored $1,400 in culled lumber today for $50, can't even haul it in a single truck load. New shed coming!

After my 4th real shift (not computer training) I found myself blabbering away to my wife about what all I did that day. That really hit me as to how much happier I am.

Sure, the hours and pay suck, but I have time and a 10% discount to work on projects I've wanted to try selling. Looking at bat houses, dog houses, kid's picnic benches, fixing discarded washers and dryers, all that. Tomorrow I'm selling a dryer I found on the road, put 1.5 hours and $13 into, probably score $150-$200, start looking for more.

Sure, it feels kinda nice but then gestures broadly at everything, that momentary "nice" feeling isn't going to get me out of debt, isn't a guarantee that I won't be fired and replaced the moment I am too old or sick to work, isn't going to get me out of my current "On a diet for financial reasons" financial situation.

It is like trying to cure depression with a breath mint. Plus, the usual "Company reports growth and record profits but certainly cannot afford to give raises to you, bottom feeders, keep making profits for us who sit at the top and be thankful you even get a chance to do so", sure sucks all the joy out of everything.

I love doing a good job and completing a project. Those moments are wonderful and i cherish them deeply but they're fleeting. The obligation to have and maintain a career for survival is the issue. I like the work i do, i loath that i have to do it.

The trick is finding the joy, for lack of a better word, in those things while knowing full well they don’t matter. Do it just to do it for you, and hopefully for good reason.

Lemmy is filled to the brim with the kind of people that can't run into each other without going ballistic over a greeting, so those takes are about expected

Frankly I'd be weirded out if they did found fulfillment from their work, that'd mean there are actual mentally, emotionally and physically healthy, happy, pro social and productive members of society in here.

Which is a counter fact, seeing as most of them have never touched grass

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