Blow Job?

"Work is when you sell your hopes and dreams for money."
At least that is what The Chemical Buddha always told himself as a way of justifying why he didn't have a job. His other delusion was that his hopes and dreams were priceless and no business could afford them. The truth is, his dreams were simple and mostly intoxication or orgasm based. The Chemical Buddha believed a job would require too much time and prevent him from pursuing his connection to the one. (And by 'one', he meant one hitter.) Although the cash infusion might have been useful. Because there's no telling what he could have accomplished, and the people he could have touched, if he was able to earn the money needed to acquire clean underwear or even soap.
In what ways do you tell yourself, you don't really want what you want?
Which do you think is better? To try and fail or never try at all?