DONT FEED MONKEY

"Don't feed the monkeys," sparking rebellion and curiosity. A good name, but even better than a name is the ridicule received after successfully passing through Left-Right-Through checkpoints. Yes, I'm the one who strictly follows the rules, diligently working with the bigwigs to eliminate opposition comrades in the room—the very monkey.

And I proudly received the Macaco doctoriensis award.

Human decision-making environments become clearer when simplified: physical strength, mental energy, and emotional energy are all limited. How to maintain these values becomes the top priority. Then, I found myself trapped in this game: being awake consumes physical and mental energy, and mental energy must be replenished through sleep, with no work allowed in between. Physical strength must be replenished through eating, but eating also depletes emotional energy, and buying food requires money.

If I only rely on working part-time from the advertisements posted behind doors, I end up caught in the constant urging of the landlord and upgrade reminders in emails, going left and right.

Finally, I observe the monkeys and turn myself into one:

Who would have known that evening when I came home from work, eating takeout and staring at the monitor, I suddenly realized: I am that monkey!