Most of the time I have great passion for my job. But when the weather warms and the sun shines in the spring, I hate my job. I hate school. I hate housework. I hate everything except playing in the dirt and sharing in the miracle of watching things grow. So now, the house is half vacuumed, the bed is half made, the homework is way less than half done...and I am going to bed to pout because I can't play in the dirt tomorrow either...or Sunday.
Is it right to wish for the apocalypse so society could fall apart and we could go back to living on the land...growing and sharing with each other and hanging out in the lovely vitamin-D-making sun?
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