Biscuits for breakfast, crisps for supper
People are very fond of telling you that you wouldn't be happy if you were idle. Maybe it's how they keep the system going. By convincing all of us that we would get depressed if we didn't work.
Any time I get into a frank conversation with a rich person, I invariably end up saying to them that if I had a load of money I wouldn't bother working. I would just sit on my batty somewhere sunny. And they tell me in sonorous, paternalistic tones that when it came to it, I actually wouldn't, that I think that but actually work is fun and challenging and necessary to a fulfilled life.
Even my friends, whenever anything arises about how one would love to win the lottery or whatever, tell me authoritatively that I would go crazy without work and structure to my day, etc.