I don't want to be on welfare. I've earned everything I have, and I work hard. Not at some pussy 40 hour a week job either, for that matter. That doesn't mean I *enjoy* working. In fact, I *hate* working. So what? Ask my boss if he has any complaints. He doesn't. I do an *excellent* job, and I detest every minute of it.
If I can figure out a way to retire at 35, what do you care? All I need to live a very modest life from here to the end of the road is a lousy million bucks. That's not a completely unrealistic goal. Maybe one spectacular invention, a winning lottery ticket, a munificent benefactor who really likes my art. There are plenty of ways I might retire, or at least go down to a part time job (like 40 hours a week) by 35 without sucking on the government tit, and if I come up with something, what business is it of yours either way what I want to do with my time here on Earth?
Oh, and if I didn't have to work, I'd have no use for a cell phone.