You know how it is sometimes, when you just… fill up your whole life with everything but what’s right in front of you? Like, I'm at the archives all day, then I grab an extra shift even though I don't *really* need the money, or I spend hours sorting through old photos for that volunteer project—anything to just keep moving, keep busy. And then it's Friday night and you realize you've completely sidestepped another weekend of just... being with your girlfriend, truly being present, because the thought of that unstructured time, the intimacy, feels like TOO MUCH. And you know it's wrong, you know you're doing it, but you just can't stop. It’s like, what happens when there's nothing left to fill? What then?