Why I don’t want to do anything with my life

I don’t want to be an Entrepreneur. It’s too much hassle. It’s like getting married. It’s all great when you’re starting up, when you’re super excited about your brand new idea, and super motivated to make it “big”. But that excitement and motivation quickly wears off when no one buys into your idea, you aren’t making any sales, and it’s just gruelling hard work to get to even 10 customers, let alone a million. At the end of it all, it ensures that you haven’t lived your life, you haven’t spent time with your family and friends and you have nothing to show for. Sure all great things happen with patience and perseverance. But I’m also sure, when great things do happen, it would have already stopped being fun and it starts becoming all about the money. Not sure I want all that money at the cost of my life. A reward at the end of many gruesome years seems tragic despite the heroism, romanticism, and inspirationalism associated with it.

I don’t want to be an engineer, doctor, lawyer, manager, or anyone who has a desk job. I don’t want to do anything that requires me to work long hours or like a robot. Life is too short to spend five days in a cubicle and live weekend to weekend. I don’t want a traditional “job”. Even if I did love my job I wouldn’t want to stick to a schedule or be forced to work a fixed number of hours everyday. I don’t want a boss or anyone who can put a cap on how much money I can make, how many leaves I can take, when I can take them, and what I’m allowed to do or not do. I don’t want coffee from that coffee machine! Ugh!

I don’t want to be a life-hacker. While the perks of remote working at your own pace and making money while you sleep sounds perfect, I don’t want end up feeling lonely. Sure, I’d make a lot of new friends, see a lot of places, and do a lot of things, but, at the end of it all, if I still feel like I’m missing out on something like my real friends back home and my family, it will not be worth it. Besides, I don’t like to travel a lot, there’s comfort in sleeping in my own bed every night. Even if I’m working remotely from home it would be not be ideal. My social life on a day to day basis would drop down to zero and life would just become a drab.

I don’t want to be an artist, writer, musician, filmmaker, entertainer or anyone who lives in a dream world. I don’t want to do anything that requires me to crush my soul in isolation for years and it doesn’t pay enough to survive. I don’t want to spend pain-staking hours creating what I beleive to be a masterpiece and my love child only to be completely disregarded and ignored by people. I don’t want to learn marketing and become a salesman to sell my creations, that’s just not me. I don’t want to keep pushing more and more people to like my work. That would defeat the very purpose of a creative work. If it’s great, it would reach people on it’s own merit. If it doesn’t, then it’s probably not that great. You’ll need years to become great at creative work. I can’t survive that long without money or food. It could definitely be extremely satisfying to create things of wonder, but in the real world, not a wonderful option.

I don’t want to be a farmer, plumber, mason, builder, mechanic, or anyone who does a lot of manual work day in and day out. The work is mostly routine, seasonal, and dependent on a whole lot of factors like the economic conditions, weather, frequency of new assignments and projects, etc. The room for creativity and self-expression is also very limited. I also don’t want to be a victim of any occupational hazards. I don’t want to wear masks, helmets, or any other safety accessories just to get the job done. I’d do it only if I was Batman. Not otherwise.

I don’t want to be a real-estate agent, a stock broker, investor, or a businessman. I don’t like manipulating numbers or people to make money. It is usually the driving force behind picking these professions. Not that making money is a bad thing, but it’s just not my thing. I’m terrible at math. I’m terrible at spinning money. I make bad bets and poor decisions. I trust people a lot. I’m very gullible and easy to rip off.

I don’t want to be a social worker, a philanthropist, an activist, a caretaker, educator, or an unsung hero. I don’t want to help other people in the hope that it would somehow heal my own miseries and unhappiness in life. I don’t want to do it purely for the sake of moving compassion either. I don’t want to see horrible things happen to people. There’s just too much pain, agony, and tragedy to deal with. I’m not sure I can handle being surrounded by it all the time. Sure, I can feel richer and happier if I can make a difference, but my life would then be consumed only in thinking about others. It takes courage and sacrifice to completely disregard your own needs and wants. I’m too selfish for that kind of commitment although I do have the highest respect and admiration for those who dedicate their lives to save lives.

I don’t want to be an adventurer, explorer, or a thrill-seeker. I don’t want to risk the chance of ending my life before I’ve had a couple kids and once I’ve had ’em I’ll have all the more reason not to pursue such madness. I don’t want to be Bear Grylls. That dude is on a whole new level of insanity. I don’t want to experience hardships, extreme weathers, or pain to truly enjoy life and find it worth living. What’s wrong with a bubble bath, some music, and champagne?

I don’t want to be a loser, a nobody, or a homeless person. The very thought of it is scary. I don’t want to sit idle in a corner and wallow in self-pity.

I don’t want to be minimalist, a spiritual or religious guru, a shaman or anyone who forces you to appreciate life only when you’ve given up on everything. I can be perfectly simple-minded, spiritual, and religious without having to give up on anything.

I don’t have depression or want to die either. What of all the food, beer, love, sex, new technologies, art, music, movies, places, adventures, laughter, smiles, and luxuries that I’d be missing out on!? No way!

I don’t want to publish this post and peddle the link to my new book or my mailing list either.

Yeah, I don’t want to do anything with my life.

P.S. This is a f(p)un post intended to highlight the reasons we might often give to ourselves for not doing things in life. Being a typical ENFP, I’ve been been most of, if not all the things I didn’t want to be or do in this post. Also, being an ENFP, I tend to see many different sides to everything.

Here’s my bio.

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