I can’t say I relate.

When I’m travelling, I am fucking offffff.

I’m like this for social situations but not vacation. When I’m home I wish I would be doing something woth friends and family but whem i’m with them I wish I could be home.

But whenever I’m on vacation, I never want to come back to work or my “slave” life. Then again, “roasting” on a beach is not my idea of vacation. Maybe this is overrated. I personally love going on bike touring and camping trips on rail trails and dedicated bike paths and always wish I had more time.

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First, the fact that labor is external to the worker, i.e., it does not belong to his intrinsic nature; that in his work, therefore, he does not affirm himself but denies himself, does not feel content but unhappy, does not develop freely his physical and mental energy but mortifies his body and ruins his mind. The worker therefore only feels himself outside his work, and in his work feels outside himself. He feels at home when he is not working, and when he is working he does not feel at home. His labor is therefore not voluntary, but coerced; it is forced labor. It is therefore not the satisfaction of a need; it is merely a means to satisfy needs external to it. Its alien character emerges clearly in the fact that as soon as no physical or other compulsion exists, labor is shunned like the plague. External labor, labor in which man alienates himself, is a labor of self-sacrifice, of mortification. Lastly, the external character of labor for the worker appears in the fact that it is not his own, but someone else’s, that it does not belong to him, that in it he belongs, not to himself, but to another. Just as in religion the spontaneous activity of the human imagination, of the human brain and the human heart, operates on the individual independently of him – that is, operates as an alien, divine or diabolical activity – so is the worker’s activity not his spontaneous activity. It belongs to another; it is the loss of his self.

– KM, Economic Manuscripts

I hate how relatable this is.

I don’t even miss my computer when I’m on vacation. Nor my phone.

Hell, I don’t miss the internet at all. Vacation is for relaxing, not posting.