Once upon a time I worked for my family in Ireland and was very happy, but I never had much money. Then I decided to go to university in England, got a couple of degrees, became an archaeologist and thought I was great and was also very happy, but I still never had any money. Then I emigrated to America, got married, became a father and went to work in the head office of a large corporation and I had loads of money, but I was totaly unhappy.
Then I moved back to Ireland with my wife, son and dog, decided to start my own transport and courier business in Dublin and thought it would be great to work for myself and never have a boss again. It is great but I'm also working myself to death!
Basically I was blissfully happy when I had no responsibilities or money, and felt the exact opposite when I had responsibilities and money. I think I would be extremely happy if I moved back in with my parents, got out of bed in the afternoon, signed on for welfare benefits and spent my days in the bar betting on the horses, and then spent my winnings on fast cars and women because life is a bitch.
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