White With Some Yellow

I just came from work. I don't like to work. I don't like being somewhere at a certain time and smile to rude people. I don't like being stressed. I'd so much prefer being at home, painting, going for walks, cuddling, baking, writing. I work only to earn enough to live somewhere, wash and eat occasionally. I don't save or go out or buy things. I don't think I'm lazy, I'm just a simple misanthropist I guess, and motivated by creativity instead of money and ambition (I always even have to check this word up in the dictionary because I don't remember it or it's just simply not a part of my vocabulary). I have absolutely no career plans. I have a university degree in something that doesn't inspire or interest me. Getting older I get more and more confused about what I'd want to do with this precious life. I just want to be happy! I want to be calm and content. I want to do and make things with my hands. X