I realise that I should be speaking to my shrink about this but I figure an outside input from anonymous people might also be beneficial. Nice introduction
So, I am 32, have a masters in marketing, am a senior analyst in a research firm, living with my gf since last summer, am taking night classes to obtain a certificate in math, work out and do yoga twice a week...and I'm bored!
Question 1 (in addition to the pole)
Does anybody else feel bored even if their life is full and socially acceptable?
I am continuously searching for the next step, planning for it, researching it and dreaming about it. In this regard I have decided to go do my Ph.D., despite the fact that I am "on track".
This sounds like dreamer behaviour to me. Can anyone else relate? Is this an "n" thing, a "j" thing, an "nf" thing or a an NiFeTi thing? Is anyone else addicted to living in the future?
I continuously dream up of ways to get out of my present situation such as quitting my job, having an affair, taking off somewhere alone, etc.
Is this a type thing? Does this imply deep dissatisfaction with one's life? Does it go away? If so, for everyone or are NFs continuously looking for greener grass?
Character-wise, I'm fairly serious, although I like to goof around with my gf. Nevertheless, I don't look to have fun, to have it easy, to back away from effort (like
my gf does). I need a challenge to know in which direction I am going. Once it gets easy, I quit. Which means that I never get extremely good at anything. The only constants in my life have been studying and running (as in races and triathlons). People at work have mentioned that I seem to have a stick up the ass, although I have softened since being with my gf.
I am afraid of relaxing because I equate it to laziness.
Has anybody found a way to START relaxing without feeling guilty (as in, could not relax but now can, not just generally being able to relax)? Is it the beginning of your demise?
This worries me because I have met other men who are now in their forties and still haven't found their way and still haven't built anything because they are still searching. When did you find your way? Did you find your way? Were you looking for your way? Is finding your way equal to accepting the present? or is it equal to finding that challenge that will keep you moving in a direction?
Thanks for reading my meanderings. I'm open to any comment.