Sometimes I feel guilty for neglecting my fiscal/marital/parental responsibilities by indulging my lifelong obsessions with film, literature, and music a bit too much. But I’m fortunate enough to be in a position where those shortcomings are tolerated as a character quirk, rather than the profound behavioral disorder that it probably is (one that will likely be the primary subject of my children’s future therapy sessions).

I also feel guilty on those occasions when I’m doing none of the above and I’m dicking around on my phone instead (much like I’m doing now). With free time being in short supply at the moment, it just feels like a waste.