This hurts because when I was a kid I wanted nothing else but to be an author. I wrote constantly, I read books about how to be a better writer. I don't know what happened to that part of me. It's completely gone. I think the pressure put on me to succeed academically destroyed it, because now every time I think of writing I feel anxious and sick to my stomach. I can't do it without feeling like I'm going to die.

Every society has neccessary labour that just needs to be done. A planned economy would not be like:

Shure follow your dream just let a comrade toil in the factory in your place. Wait, why do we have 1.000.000 Zootopia fan fics but no bread?

But cancelling all the bullshit jobs , reducing the most enviromentally destructive forms of consumption like replacing cars with bikes and mass transit and planning cities so that everything you need is decently close would free up so much time. It is absolutly realistic to

• spend 6h a day for two days a week in your office/service job
• 6h on one day in your production job with lots of movement because health is important
• one day at a form of school university to educate and improve yourself
• have three days for yourself to do whatever you like

Like this would be possible today!