Advised repair schedule: reboot startup disk, offline for thirty-six hours, and replace head

[sovay]

The trouble is that when I manage to get a day in which I do nothing except lie around and read and occasionally glance at the internet and go back to lying around reading—and now intermittently thinking about rewatching Hans Christian Andersen (1952)—I feel that I am wasting time. I am not writing poems. I am not writing stories. I am not writing movie reviews. I am not working my paying job. I am not looking for supplementary work, of which God knows I need some. The Protestant work ethic is killing this country as we speak and I'm not even Protestant and it has been a demonstrable fact for years that if I do not get time by myself, unplugged, unstructured, not interacting in any fashion including the internet, I go nuts. And yet I feel like I'm wasting my time. Time I can't afford. Time running out. Avoiding my way through the end of days. Title of this post determined by my current mood, not by what I'm watching.

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[teenybuffalo]

And yet I feel like I'm wasting my time. Time I can't afford. Time running out. Avoiding my way through the end of days.

It also me. Another friend used to say that she wound up with Catholic guilt and stern Protestant work ethic despite not being either of those things. I have no idea how one deals with this.

[sovay]

It also me.

*hugs*

I have no idea how one deals with this.

I am attempting to deal with it by also doing nothing societally productive today, but man, I feel weird about it.

[alexxkay]

Me it three. Well, looking through the thread, considerably more than that...