Master of None; or, A Fool and His Money
All of his energy goes into working a job for a regular paycheck. It's nice to have things (food, shelter, transportation, stuff), but the older he gets, the harder it is to maintain the hobbies and passions that offer some meaning to the existence — the things that stoke the creative, enlivening fire.
He often wonders if he made a mistake going to school for fine arts and letters. Perhaps it would have been best to use that time to become a businessman of some type. Doubtful, though, that decision would have been any better: no, he probably would have killed himself. Thing is, he never really wanted anything to do with making money, even though it is necessary to live the life modern. Or whatever. He never wanted to live in a cave in the middle of nowhere, either.
Over time, he's become obsessed with The Paycheck™. Soon as he gets it, he spends it on bills, gas, groceries, the occasional book or odd amusement. This time, he bought an incense burner for his car. Drunken online shopping seldom brings lasting happiness; but now, at least, he has an incense burner for his car.
Like every other life decision he's made thus far: it made sense at the time.