After spending years mulling over all the possible causes, it just dawned on me that it might be simpler than I ever thought possible.
I have too many interests and hobbies I want to pursue, but I have a biological time limit imposed upon me (that pesky thing known as death). And so whatever time I spend exploring one interest leaves me with a sense of guilt knowing that I've made a conscious decision to postpone or abandon another. No matter how I spend my time, I'm always wondering if my time is better spent doing something else. I'm just constantly aware of every minute that goes by (and it becomes worse as I grow older), and so I can't fully enjoy any single activity because it comes at the cost of another. This also explains why I feel so uncomfortable in libraries. I just lament the fact that I won't ever be able to absorb even a fraction of all there is to know and experience.
Sadly, there really is no solution to this predicament. But on the bright side, at least I didn't spend money on therapy.
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