All I want to do is check Twitter. Yet not being able to forced me to make different choices throughout the day. Granted, not all of them were productive, but it was interesting to wrestle with the dissonance of having to choose instead of sinking towards a comfortable default.
I haven’t picked these up in a long time, not since the band fell apart. It feels good to practice again.
I wonder if my addictions have something to do with hiding? Playing drums, teaching, writing—all force me to expose myself and engage others. World or Warcraft, Twitter, drinking—all pull me away, into myself.