They keep me from getting up our of my desk chair, walking downstairs, brushing my teeth, and going to bed in time to get enough sleep to keep me from getting depressed.

It is so strange. In my mind I’m telling myself, over and over, to go to bed. Go to bed, you nimbus! But I don’t go to bed. I stay up until 2, 3, or 4 in the morning. Doing what, you might ask? Well, yes, I do fluther, but it’s worse than that. I also play spider solitaire, over and over and over. I can’t go to bed until I’ve solved a game, but when I solve a game, I start another one instead of going to bed.

So, do you have something like that? Where it’s as if some magical restraint keeps you from doing what you really want to do in order to do something of dubious value?

Topics: health, psychology, entertainment, self-help, self-indulgence, self-control