I seem to be finding myself thinking almost all the time thinking my days off work spent indoors doing stuff I like, like reading and writing is somehow a "waste of life" because I seem to think everyone else spends almost every day outdoors on their days off like going on trips somewhere like abroad, going out with friends regularly for a drink, going bowling, to the cinema or just to for wander to town or something.
I remember I used to nearly always force myself to go out on my days off work to towns I knew quite regularly just to look round bookshops, clothes shops, charity shops etc.
When COVID hit and lockdowns happened, I spent a lot of time indulging in things like reading, writing or going in the garden for fresh air and to some extent I'm still doing that now and not forcing myself to go to places if I don't want to. I live in Kent in the UK, I seem put off going to places I used to go to regularly like Gravesend or Gillingham I mean a lot of places have closed down now and it makes them feel like ghost towns.
But I still can't get over this feeling like I'm wasting my life and time doing things indoors and it's Me telling Me not to do it. But I feel this was brought on by people like my dad who felt that if I wasn't going out much as though I'm not "living". I don't know if I've got myself into a rut or something.