While walking to work today a car was idling besides me and I thought ‘what if this guy kidnaps me and keep me tied up in his basement’ but instead of panicking my brain was like ‘yeah that would suck BUT at least I’ll get to rest for a bit’.
I felt immediately guilty after because I am not appreciating all the good things I have but that thought was totally involuntary. Is it just me? What is happening? I feel like I need to sleep for at least 200 years. But I have to work. All. The. Time.