I seem to dread doing just about anything, assuming it will somehow make me feel bored or miserable. This applies to things that I don't mind doing, and even things I enjoy doing.
Once I've forced myself to just do whatever it is, I typically have an at least decent time, or I'll even outright enjoy myself. And yet, every time after that, the thought of having to do it leads to me again assuming I'll hate it.
Does anyone share this problem?
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Exactly how I'm feeling right now. I'm unemployed, looking for work, but have almost no motivation to actually leave my house. And I hate myself for it. People say "just get out there. It's easy." Last job I had I enjoyed, and actually looked forward to going to it every day. Now that I'm back to looking, it just sucks. My friends don't even make me happy like they used to. I only feel worth something after I work out or clean around the house. I miss school. One of my rare, non bullshit posts.