Lately I've been thinking about people that suck. Especially relatives that suck. It probably sounds harsh, but it's true.
I think of my mother. She's drunk constantly. Been unemployed since the '70s. She's only alive because she found someone fool enough to support her useless ass.
I think of my sister. Loyal, hard worker, moderately educated. Lived paycheck to paycheck, never saving or investing or even really thinking about the future. Quit her job and moved 2500 miles for a guy she met in World of Warcraft. Can't find a new job in her old career. Can't even find a new McJob so far. Has no money except what she can beg out of me and other relatives and friends. Rightly embarrassed, desperate too.
I think of the panhandlers I saw out on the streets after I moved here, until it got too cold for them. Begging me for money on my way to my job, while I was living in a tent in a flood-ruined area, as the temperature worked its way down to -20 F. Surrounded by Help Wanted signs, in a city with such a demand for workers that places are closing because they just don't have enough staff to run them.
"Okay, Self, do you want to be like them? Is that where you see yourself at 40, 50, or 60 years old? No? Then get over the fatigue, ignore the aches and pains, haul your sorry ass out of bed, and go do what you have to do."