About a year ago now I took a hard look at my life, and what I was doing with it, and it wasn't a pleasant sight. I hated my job, and spent work days perfecting the ability to ignore time as a passed by. My time off was largly spent obsessing over some book, TV series, game, anything that caught me. I don't use the word obsess lightly. Whatever it was would have all of my attention for weeks, maybe even months, and it would be the only thing I really cared about. So I made a change. I quit my job and found a more pleasant, and productive way, of earning income. After that problem was solved, I turned to my habit of obsessing over entertainment. I'd start by thinking critically; what was the motivation behind my feelings? The answer was usually some sort of mental manipulation / reward system. I didn't force myself to stop. Instead I'd continue while thinking about how my emotions or dopamine levels were being toyed with, usually for some sort of profit. Eventually my anger at being manipulated overshadowed any type of reward, and with that went any interest in the activity. After much rinsing, repeating, and reassessing, here I sit, no longer a slave to any compulsorily urges, and bored out of my God damned mind. I miss being a slave to my emotions... is life better broken?