As a perfonal reflection I always found it incomprehensible why some people do not terribly mind spending 8 hours a day for 50 at a job they hate because it pays well, and at the same time they'd never exchenge it for one hour a week, same money should it involve sex. As if listening to their boss's stupid orders was more diginifying.
Good one, B. But I think it really is pretty much so.
For all the humiliation you might have to face on account of a stupid boss, there is some dignity in accepting that. You are making the wheels turn (or so the story goes); taking the hardships of life like a true philosopher, etc. etc.
Also, of course, following the beaten path feels a lot safer.
Beyond it, there be monsters, and the worst part is that you might turn into one of them if you go too far; especially as far as polite societys views are concerned.
In the end, most people would simply prefer not to face the troubling choices of going solo, I reckon.
And when you think about it, it makes social [edit:and thereby
moral] sense, no?
Conventional living has its merits, I'd say.
In general, I would just rather be troubled by facing the shit inside and grow, fed well by the rich soil of the wild frontier, inside. (Poetic, isn't it?
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Selling my body in order to get rid of a bit of humdrum just wouldn't hold any lure to me, my body being too personal to me.
Unless the lure was an extraordinarily big one, as mentioned above.