From a most recent tweet chain of mine:

Most hobbies dealing in artificiality carry an element of delusion. Why are such things needed, or necessary? It terrifies me to ponder it.
I'm concerned about more than a lack of interest in hobbies, but the nature of those hobbies. It's frightening knowing mind power is wasted.
A time for everything, but why devote time to futility and fabrication? I cherished fantasy. Now I feel as if it's a sink not worth loving.
We feel most at home when lost in something, be it a person's love, or another experience. I don't want to be lost. I want to be wholly free.
Life for most people means living a certain way to please some invisible father figure. Nothing matters beyond the struggle. It's deafening.
I want the stereotypes, the archetypes, the categories, the sects, the subsets, to all end. I don't care about performances. I want serenity.
I don't want new products, or new stories. I don't want systemic progression. I don't want affiliation with a faction. I want Nirvana. Love.
I don't want to kill. I don't want to simulate killing, or simulate warring and oppression. I don't want a happiness "pill". I want true joy.
I want peace. And it seems like there is no peace beyond reprieve, or apart from entrenchment in broad delusion. We're made to war with all.

There will never be a more relevant post on my Weasyl page than this one.

Thank you for your consideration.