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It is with frightening clarity that I realize I have not truly exercised my imagination in roughly a month.
Daydreaming has always been a favorite pastime of mine - I literally come up with new scenarios every day, some of them for silly self-satisfaction, some that might actually be decent enough to expose to the world sometime - yet all of them I've enjoyed immensely. It's always been a mental refuge of sorts - until all of that came to a stop for an unknown reason. Perhaps this is the reason why I have been so irritable lately, why stress has gotten to me more often than it should.
I've tried very hard to make a last ditch effort to regain that sort of mental freedom last night, by trying to expand some existing fantasies that I like to indulge in - but found that I truly had no motivation to do so. They have lost their appeals, it seems. Imagining things has lost its appeal to me.
I felt like some part of me had died.
cool story bro
Daydreaming has always been a favorite pastime of mine - I literally come up with new scenarios every day, some of them for silly self-satisfaction, some that might actually be decent enough to expose to the world sometime - yet all of them I've enjoyed immensely. It's always been a mental refuge of sorts - until all of that came to a stop for an unknown reason. Perhaps this is the reason why I have been so irritable lately, why stress has gotten to me more often than it should.
I've tried very hard to make a last ditch effort to regain that sort of mental freedom last night, by trying to expand some existing fantasies that I like to indulge in - but found that I truly had no motivation to do so. They have lost their appeals, it seems. Imagining things has lost its appeal to me.
I felt like some part of me had died.
cool story bro