I'm convinced night shifts driving a cab for uni students in 2021 drove me psychotic. Fucked my sleep schedule up permanently which magnified the weight of the various interpersonal crises I dealt with in the subsequent 6 months in a way that certainly did not help my judgment. Looking back at how I felt and how I behaved back then genuinely feels like thinking about a different person. I'm not cut out for it anymore. That said, when I did it in my teens I liked it. Read a lot of good novels and did take some pleasure in the aesthetic. Wouldn't do it again but, to be a bit trite, learned a lot about myself.