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Sometimes I'd rather do something in my head than in real life. Not just things like climbing Mount Everest or walking on mars or eating a carrot like a rabbit. No, normal things, such as: reading a book
washing my car
tying my shoes
watching a movie
making dinner
going to the bathroom
doing a back flip slam dunk
working
going on a vacation

all these things and many more are more fun and fulfilling in my head. So what's the problem? Well, I'll die for one, but more importantly I don't know what I want to do. I know what I think I want to do, but doing it (or, more like, beginning to do it) makes me not want to do it anymore.

Last example: I am "excited" about getting a lot of work done this afternoon, but the moment I shut this computer's lid, I will no longer be excited about it. It all reminds me of finishing reading a novel or short story. I sprint to the end, finish the work (if it's good) with a smile, close the cover without the bookmark, lay the book down, look up and refocus my eyes, and get depressed. Ok, fine, how about we call it the "orgasmic factor"?