⚡ Let’s be honest: a regular salary is the most deceptive addiction out there. It arrives like clockwork, warm and reliable, and whispers “you need me” until your brain forgets you ever had dreams. It’s not just income — it’s a pacifier, a security blanket, and a golden leash. 🐶

At first, the monthly deposit feels like freedom. But soon you’re trapped in the 9-to-6 hug. Want to quit and travel? “But… the salary!” Want to paint, write, sleep? “But the direct deposit!” You become a tame squirrel returning to the same hand, nibbling on pellets, forgetting you once could climb any tree. 🌳🐿️

The kicker? Your tolerance builds. You need more zeros to feel the same buzz. You trade sunsets for spreadsheets, laughter for “end‑of‑year bonus”. It’s the only addiction where society throws a party and calls you “responsible”. Meanwhile your soul yawns.

Breaking up with salary is harder than quitting triple espresso. Because salary doesn’t just feed you — it validates you. Without it, you feel naked, even if you’re richer in time. The withdrawal includes panic, imposter syndrome, and staring at your bank account at 3 a.m. 😵‍💫