Judgment (I should…) I’ve noticed a feeling of personal disappointment growing in me over the last few years. My name, a visible symbol of identity, is associated strongly with potential1, and every once in a while, a pang of anxiety hits me where I worry that I am squandering it. Too often, I’ll catch myself freely gifting my time to various sources of entertainment and fascination available to me at the push of a button or the flick of a finger. I immediately express this disappointment by chastising myself internally and thinking about habits of my aspirational self: constantly reading and growing, producing things of relevance, and staying connected with everyone. My mind hypothetically yearns for the Type 2 fun that tests your mettle and builds strength, character, and memories. Instead, it bathes itself in the Type 1 fun that tickles receptors and propagates lethargy, reactionism, and dissatisfaction.
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