Too much time for anything

Brain rot is starting to set in and I have not picked up a book despite having obscenely lots of time. These few days have been a nice break for me to laze around, so nice in fact that I feel like my back muscles have weakened from the prolonged periods of lying around. There’s still a couple of books I have not finished at home, yet the motivation to read was nowhere to be found.

Lately I have been feeling incapable of processing words on paper because that portion of my brain has been neglected. Like a weakened muscle, it rejects the effort that I have to muster in order to focus on lines and lines of words. Wow I am actually getting so lazy now that I have verbalised that, but I’ll work on my habit of getting back into reading after this week. Still want to be lazy for a bit longer.

There’s some potential explanation for this rut (besides the fact that I am a lazy bum) but the main one, I suspect, is the fact that for the past few months all that was ever required of me was physical training. Apparently, muscle growth and brain power are inversely proportional in my case. Sensory feedback is hitting me every day – new sights and sounds and people – and my brain is getting used to seeing rather than reading. That explains why I prefer binging videos, or taking lots of photos (case in point look at all these photos that makes me seem weirdly self-obsessed).

Since there is too much time for anything to be done, I shall revel in my unproductiveness for now. Maybe unproductiveness leads to a vicious cycle of slacking because it justifies procrastination (like I am doing now). Next week, when the days are going to seem way longer, maybe I will start reading again.