No, not your butt.
Where do you hit bottom? Where do you hit bottom and decide you’ve had enough? Enough of whatever. Usually work, but it can be anything. School, a sour relationship, housework, an evil boss. At what point do you decide that the pain of your current routine no longer outweighs the fear of the unknown?
It seems like humans have a remarkable tolerance for suffering and/or boredom. I have endured it personally, like most people. I’ve had jobs that caused me to need therapy. And I’ve witnessed other people slogging day in and day out in a job that crushed them a little bit more every day. For some, their job is completely intolerable, but they see no escape. For others, it’s mildly annoying, but comfortable and not too hard. In a way, a comfortable job that’s not too hard is more insidious than an obviously, certifiably horrible job.
I was going to write more about my own horrible jobs of old, but I realized, I did a pretty good post on that here.
What’s the straw that breaks your back? What’s your bottom look like? Can you see it from where you are?
Again, not your butt.