.....a workaholic?

Today is a rare weekend holiday, so I deliberately turned off all my alarms last night, planning to sleep until I naturally woke up and catch up on some rest. Morning sunlight streamed into my room, and I groggily opened my eyes, still immersed in the blissful feeling of 'not having to go to work today.' But the next second, before my brain had even fully woken up, my legs had already activated a terrifying 'corporate slave muscle memory'—— I agilely rolled out of bed, quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face, even put on a full set of work shirts feeling refreshed, grabbed the bread I bought last night in one hand, my transit card in the other, and rushed out the door! It wasn't until I stood at the bus stop, looking at the empty platform and the 'Sunday 05:45' displayed on my phone screen, that the desolate morning breeze blew past, and I suddenly realized: Why on earth... am I so diligently getting up at 5 AM on a holiday morning to stand in the cold wind?! 💡 Today's realization: More terrifying than an alarm clock is the ingrained 'go to work' instinct that has become part of a corporate slave's blood. 💥 Breakdown Index: ★★★★☆ ❓ If I turn around and go back to bed right now, will my brain still acknowledge that today is a holiday?