MY DRUG OF CHOICE

I didn't consciously realize it before but now it's clear to me: Work is my drug! It's almost amazing how potent a drug drudgery can be. A day in which I do some work and manage to accomplish the tasks set, I feel satisfied and elated. Not only is it a good time pass but it's a great mood-enhancer. And a day in which I don't study or do other chores, my mood seems really down. I feel melancholy and discontent.

So accordingly I should be working like a bona fide workaholic but I don't. Nope, not at all. It's a very rare day that I actually accomplish enough to call it a productive day. I have a mental block that literally makes it really hard for me to sit down and start studying or to do any other required chore. But what's amazing is that the insurmountable difficulty of work seems to last only till I start working. The hard part is only getting started, as once I start there is no difficulty and I actually enjoy working.

Weird, huh?