Taking the MRT on the daily basis makes one angst-y and depressed

This is the conclusion I came up with after chatting with my cousin over dinner. She was just thinking out loud s to what meaning there is to life to have to squeeze and squash with tens of thousands of commuters,five days a week, then slogging for another 8 to 9 hours, working non-stop. She found that there is no meaning to all this.

This squishing and squashing with people makes one angst-y (I think I created this word myself) and all worked up, even before getting to work. Plus, sometimes, one cannot get onto a train immediately and have to wait for 2 or 3 more trains before boarding. "Leave the house earlier!", so you say, but it is not that easy.

What about beauty sleep and rest and those who have families to prepare breakfasts for? And the government is wondering why so many people are not married and so many people do not want to have babies. Sigh... .