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I hate clocks, I hate schedules and I hate time; or at the very least, I hate the counting of time!
I wish I lived centuries ago when time was an abstract concept, or at a time when clocks were a magical device only owned by the very rich!
Every second that the clocks tick on, I'm worried I'm wasting my time; but every second that I spend worrying, is a second of time wasted!
Now that's a self-fulfilling prophecy!
I can't help but multitask my work and leisure because focusing on just one feels as if I'll run out of time for the other, even though rationally I know I have decades of my life left to both work and enjoy!
When I play I feel guilty for not working, when I'm working I feel guilty for not playing!
Feelings, facts, rationality all dissolve into soup. Work is leisure, leisure is a job.
I should just lock myself in a shed and go catatonic!
I wish I lived centuries ago when time was an abstract concept, or at a time when clocks were a magical device only owned by the very rich!
Every second that the clocks tick on, I'm worried I'm wasting my time; but every second that I spend worrying, is a second of time wasted!
Now that's a self-fulfilling prophecy!
I can't help but multitask my work and leisure because focusing on just one feels as if I'll run out of time for the other, even though rationally I know I have decades of my life left to both work and enjoy!
When I play I feel guilty for not working, when I'm working I feel guilty for not playing!
Feelings, facts, rationality all dissolve into soup. Work is leisure, leisure is a job.
I should just lock myself in a shed and go catatonic!
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