Diary of an unemployed man

A young man of my class and education in my position is expected to do one of two things if they are to be successful. They either find a profession and become that thing until they can retire comfortably or they work for money while pursuing their own true passion with the hope that that passion will someday become a profession. I would prefer the later for my passions do not line up with my ambitions. Or should I say I am ambitious, but I am not economically minded. I am bad with money. But even more then that I am bad with working.

Yes I fear that 'little death' that comes with the first paycheck earned with disinterested sweat and energy. So much energy is expended that the rest of the waking day becomes a state of imprisonment in ones own body. The mind is awake, but does not want to do any more work. But the money is enough to pay the rent, bills, and then some. And I know the longer I can keep this up the better the chances that I can remain 'stable' financially speaking. So to hell with passions right? For now I am in an unusual state of opportunity or inertia depending on my mood. But when I do things, I really do them. I prey that I can fit myself into that second path to success that I mentioned, but I have to recognize and even appreciate the pains that go along with it.