The entire last month I’ve just been going from thing to thing, start playing a game, stop, start watching stuff, stop, start reading stuff, stop… Do that all day, every day.

It’s like my brain is not dissimilar from the toddler I have at home. If I don’t take charge, come up with t activities, give it a routine, feed it properly, make sure it is hydrated and well slept it turns into a bored, bossy, moody asshole. Of course they, both toddler and brain, still do sometimes but if I do all the things above I’m usually prepared. Sometimes they also are super good at doing all the things by themselves.

In some ways, while extremely exhausting, having a toddler is actually great for my brain because otherwise I would not eat well, make plans, follow routines, go out, or have fun. My brain is still unhappy of course because it wants to do nothing and eat “chips with sugar” (to quote this toddler being I have at home).

Brain: do absolutely everything in the universe at the same time.

Me: not physically possible.

Brain:

Brain: bored. Now we’re guilty too. thanks asshole.

Me: :(

This is why I’m still in bed, reading Lemmy and watching tv shows I’ve already seen.

brain: depressed*