One of the first things I noticed about prison is how much I preferred it to all of my previous jobs. I've been a bag boy, a pizza cook, a payroll supervisor, an Arabic cryptologic linguist, an operations assistant, a barista, a deli-cook, a delivery-boy, a restaurant manager, and an accounts payable clerk.
At first I though I was unsuited to my occupations in some way or that prison life was somehow more dignified than paycheck-to-paycheck living (I still think so). But lately I've been wondering if my happiness isn't due to an absence of money concerns. Now that I don't need it as much, I'm realizing that I really hate money and how it makes people behave.
Free from its effects, all of my bundled nerves are slowly unwinding, releasing little jolts of unexpected relaxation. I am learning that my body has a sort of proto-mind and something like a personality of its own. I wonder what it's been thinking about me all my life. I am losing all of my "stress fat." I had no idea I was so naturally thin. My muscles are becoming shapely and I'm hardly doing anything.
Money makes people forget that life is pleasurable.
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