HuwytNashi_002
He's a thinker. He's too pretty to work.
I'd be willing to bet he's over-educated, has spent large periods of his life on welfare, wears a cravat to the supermarket, and was always told how clever he is.
But he never really got anywhere. Now his bank account is dry, it's 3 days until his next benefits payment, and the 'idiot' who left school at 16 to get his heavy machinery licence as a teenager makes more in an honest work year than this guy has ever had the privilege of declaring in his life.
His counsellor (or mum) is on his back to get a real job, and this is his response.
Ironically, it's never the bricklayer's labourer arguing for the abolition of work. It's types like the author, whose hands have never borne a callous.
You can sit there and twiddle your thumbs until entropy does its thing, or you can choose to work against it.
You can hunt, gather, and farm. Or you can do something in exchange for credits to get food from other people who do.