I think I've been suffering from an addiction for the past 10 years or so. An addiction to distraction. Not in the highly visible quit-your-job-and-grind-MOBAs-12-hours-a-day kinda way, but in the sense that an unreasonable amount of mental energy has been wasted on consumerism. I may not buy mainstream full price collector edition crap day one then get excited for next product, but that doesn't mean I'm not a subhuman too. That bit from Candide with Martin and Pococurante comes to mind. I think it's gone a long way towards separating me from my humanity, really. I've been in a sort of autopilot for ages; work, home, distraction, nothing else. People around me live and die and discuss matters I really should understand but it just flies over my head. "When the time comes", I think to myself, "what they're saying will make sense to me, right?" Then I return to absorbing asinine trivia for hours. And I wonder why I have memory issues. At least my interest in new toys has been tanking rapidly these past few months. Maybe it's finally time for me to get back in the saddle?