I've been thinking a lot lately about my predilection to just sit and do nothing for long stretches of time (if that wasn't apparent already). I'm seeing what happens if I stop trying to fight the impulse — if I give myself permission to do it, instead of harassing myself about it.
I'm trying to understand what I get from it. Like, I'm bored as hell, which isn't much fun. So why am I doing something I find unpleasant? There's something I'm missing.