Stimulation. It's the reason I loved reading manga, watching anime, and playing Pokemon growing up: they kept me intensely stimulated as I consumed them. I was drunk on the drama, the combat, the rivalries, and the love that was so easily acquired through the media. And I suppose I was nearly addicted to the stimulation - no I WAS addicted. And there was no greater "fix" than a good manga. All the better if the entire series or season was available when I discovered it - I'd binge that thing 'till the cows came home. I could design my future around it too. It'd be easy.
Get a decent job; Work eight hours a day (five hours if you count breaks, distractions, and lunch); then, after work, I could sit back on the couch for a 9 hour session of my daily "fix": maybe some "Attack on Titan", or "Welcome to the Ballroom" - whatever is my favorite work at the time. And that's all I would need to do. I could accomplish that in...two years max!
It'd be nice: spending a third of my life on my hobbies. It just wouldn't be enough.
Even with a beautiful family, a six figure salary, and a white picket fence - even if I had all of that AND the chance to read manga for 9-10 hours a day, I'd be almost...depressed.
I know. I've lived that way before. Hmph. Back in those days I thought I was just wasting time, but no. I was finding out that that life was not for me.
September 21st, 2017