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June 06, 2014

Woes of a workaholic


Perhaps part of the downfall of being a workaholic is that I surround myself with 'colleagues'- friends, no less, but people you associate with work.

When that happens, I think you forget the purest of intentions in a relationship- to connect. The only thing that binds you together is the essence of the work, and sometimes it becomes the foundation of the friendship, the whole reason behind it all.

Sometimes I feel empty behind this facade of work- the hidden intentions of people, the mandatory consideration and politeness needed to preserve the sanctity of an operational relationship. I feel trapped too, forced to tolerate opinions that conflict with my own perspectives.

You lose the freedom of simply wishing someone a good day simply because you care for them, not because a deadline is approaching. Lose the joy of being in another person's company without thinking about the tasks on hand.

Is that how being in the working world is like- a obligatory, poisoned life of smiling without meaning it?

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