Let me shoot my shot here. I might have a very differing opinion, but hear me out: I rather live this rat's life than prance around in the sunshine like some village man tending for his fields and sheep.
I don't know, it's something about the daily grind for life that entices me. It feels cathartic to me. It might be me as a person but the monotony of city life attracts me like no other. The nine-to-five hours, the daily commute back home, the bare meal you'd have back home, that time you lay in bed and dream about what you would do once you reach that savings quota before eventually drifting away to another day.
It's something about the endless grind and the oasis of a goal that sucks me in. It's a never-ending cycle that will eventually meet the end; either I win the lottery and reach my dream or die out of old age. It's a sensation of routine that brings security and stability into my life. I feel safe doing it all.
This sounds like a boring Joe life, and it is. And I love it.
So tell me, is my psychology fucked? What is psychology based on, anyway? Is this video supposed to tell me that I'm a mouse in a trap for following the average Joe life? What if I'm happy doing it? Does that mean I'm unhealthy? That I'm crazy because I don't follow conventional ideas? I feel full of spirit to invite the next Monday. Does that make me mad?