The other day, me and my bunk mates were talking about occupational hazards.
Now I don't mean occupational hazards like being killed by a crane on a construction site or a firefighter dying of smoke inhalation, but how certain lines of work affect your life.
For example, a person serving many years in the army would be accustomed to having his orders obeyed without hesitation, or having a disciplined lifestyle, and he would probably bring this home as well. So, if his child were to question his orders, he might probably flare up and shout back.
Or a male gynaecologist might lose his sexual appetite. Asking females to spread their legs for him might be sexually arousing for many who might want to do that on a occasional basis, but on a daily basis, it would probably lower his libido.
Or a mathematician might get sick of seeing numerals after work. And the list goes on and on.
Every job has its hazards, some are easy to identify like death or physical disability, but there are others that affect you psychologically and emotionally, and so a right balance must be struck; between work, life and love.
Do, or die.
