I feel a real pang of guilt if I'm not working on something for school or writing or just generally doing something creative when I'm not in class or working or teaching, but lately I've been feeling tapped out with pretty much everything.
Last night I was walking home from the train and it dawned on me that I honestly can't remember the last time I went to see a movie just for the hell of it, or sat in a coffee shop and read for pleasure, or went out for a drink with friends, or wandered around the Art Institute, or just ran down Michigan Avenue for no reason. In short, I can't remember the last time I had FUN. Lately I've felt almost literally chained to my computer.
What prompted this was that I ended up riding the train with my classmates, and it was real work to make conversation—while their conversation flowed as easily as water down a creek. And that sort of thing has been going on for so long I'm pretty sure I seem socially awkward. But you know, I think it's just I've forgotten the Art of Having Fun.
So this weekend I'm going to see The Wolfman for no reason at all. And maybe I'll wander around a few bookstores or something just for the hell of it.