...and I am a clock
Stopping time isn't easy in this day and age. It runs by quickly, passing you up and reaching the deli counter before you've even opened the door to the shop.
One of my least favourite things to do for my mental health, something that my brain insists on doing once every couple of years anyways... Is to map out just how much of my own time does not belong to me.
I make an hourly chart of the average 24 hour day, and mark down what I do each and every hour. It usually it averages out to leaving me with about 4% free time.
4% to collect myself, try to hear my own voice and then figure out what to do with it... Given my output the last forever few years; you can guess how that's been working out.
This isn't a cry for help. This is a letter in a bottle that I'm sending out to myself in the hopes that it reaches me. Again and again.
Don't let them continue to make you boring.