Thread: Keeping busy, and not being able to stop.

What do you guys do to keep busy? Do you work long shifts, and try to get as much social time in as possible? Or do you fill your free time up with things that anybody else wouldn't really see the point in doing? I'm not going to judge, I'm generally intruiged. And I want to know if people are going through the same "Keep busy, can't stop" way of thinking as me.

As a writer and film maker, alot of my free time has to be spent on brainstorming new ideas for projects and the sort. I'll spend an entire day daydreaming, and jotting down the best ideas that come to mind, usually listening to music while I do it.

The thing is, I've become so adamant about recording my ideas while relaxing that I simply can't relax properly anymore. If I don't keep a complete awareness of what I think of, there's a chance I could forget what I thought of, and a potentially great film, book, video game, or picture will be gone forever. If you don't remember or record the thought or idea, then what was the point in having thought it? The same thing applies to dreaming. I don't see the point in dreaming if you can't remember your dreams, so I record them as best I can. This overall... paranoia, I guess I'll call it, is actually hindering me. I still come up with awesome ideas, and I still keep a record of them, but I just can't rest. I don't see the point in resting because it's not productive and wastes time, but because I'm thinking too much, my mind is going into overdrive, and I'm willingly not letting it slow down. I'm going to burst a fucking brain vessel, here.

You know when you've got an awesome story to tell, or idea to share with someone over the net, but your typing just can't keep up? Before you know it, you'll either just go "screw it" and end the story short, or you'll make a typo, rage, and lose the idea completely, then rage some more. This is me all over. Every second to me is like wasted time unless it's remembered and recorded, I'm going to be like that kid off American Beauty with five million video cassettes all over his room.


Does anybody else go through stuff like this? Like your pressured by something to keep working, even though you know you don't really have too?