From Wikipedia, “A workaholic is a person who is addicted to work. The term generally implies that the person enjoys their work; it can also imply that they simply feel compelled to do it.”
Okay… Personally, I don’t like factual definitions, thus let’s continue in my own way:
I’ve never really thought about it in the past, but I might be a workaholic. How?
The thing is I don’t only enjoy working (here, I don’t consider work as the thing you do to earn a living since I’m still a teen, but I’m talking about everything that demands physical or mental effort) or feel compelled to work (that would be school work) but I also search for work. What I mean is that I like to keep myself busy. I’d hate to remain idle one moment. That’s why I’ve got so many hobbies.
Except from school work and tuitions, I:
- Take art courses (thus I draw and paint)
- Make and sell jewellery (this year’s new hobby actually)
- Makeup (and blog about it!)
- Make videos
- Occasionally play the piano
And even though I’m doing my A-levels this year, I keep myself even busier, doing the things I love and adding more to the list (like art courses and jewellery making)… As if I want to tire myself… although I don’t, it’s just that… I don’t know…
Guess I’m a workaholic?
The problem is there comes a time when I lack sleep or forget to have breakfast…
The great thing is that I always seem to find time for everything. I’m not sure how I do it, but it’s amazing how I can manage my time that well…
But why? Why so addicted to work?
What is wrong with me?
I’ve been thinking about this for the past week, and I might have found an explanation:
When I don’t have work to do, I just feel empty. I don’t know how to describe this feeling well, but it’s as if there’s something that’s missing inside of me and I have to fill it in with stuff. It’s like I’d prefer to concentrate on my work to end up concentrating on that nothingness – since I’m an avid thinker, I always think and the fact of thinking nothing would make me crazy.
Since the holidays, I’ve been adding more to the list as I said, because I believe that the gap expanded. That space of emptiness grew…
It’s also a feeling of… incompleteness.
As if I’m searching for something that will completely satisfy me, going from hobby to hobby, trying everything.
As if I’m simply searching for something… Something particular but I don’t know what it is, yet.
Sounds crazy, right?
Or maybe I’m just trying to fill my day with stuff to do so as to bury something. Bury memories I don’t want to come back to. Thus I get busy working and concentrating only on working so as not to think of that unpleasant memory…
Workaholics are not sick. In fact, when you look behind the may-be motives of a workaholic… it’s amazing how, after all, they are as human as everyone is. Indeed, we should always search for the reasons before judging anyone…
What do you think? Are YOU a workaholic?
An Evil Nymph.