It’s not like I’d have the time or energy in the hours between my full-time job to develop my skills in any meaningful way, anyway. Most days I don’t even have the brainpower to cook myself dinner in the evening, let alone learn something new. Some days I get home and go straight to bed. And I still have trouble getting out of it ten hours later.
I guess I’m wasting my time answering a question that’s not for me. I’m long past having hobbies and ambitions. I’ve “grown up”, some might say. This “real world” really is as bleak as it looked like it would be to 17-year-old me. Funny to think, even all those years ago I thought I was being a moody teenager and that soon enough I’d be proven wrong and snap out of it. Still waiting. It Gets Better Soon™, right? Or is this really all there is?
Oh well. Life goes on.