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} Shame It occurred to me last night that I invest, probably, way too much time and energy into my card game, the Witcher, whatever hobbies... Is that just escapism at its best? I realised that I felt slightly ashamed, like the only kid in a room full of adults. It felt slightly unpleasant / off-putting / just downright sad, that I have gotten to a stage where I am able to put aside my work in favour of leisure activities, purely because of how much I dislike everything about it. I cant seem to scrounge up an ounce of motivation?
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