Anytime I hear someone referred to as any type of –holic, I’m tempted to make a –hol joke. Chocoholic? What’s chocohol? I know. Hilarious.
For a few minutes this afternoon, I felt a glimmer of something I’m not very familiar with. For a while, I felt like a workaholic. Or at least, I felt like I understood how someone could be a workaholic.
If I were more serious about my “writing” I would do some research before making any kind of statement about workaholism (which is apparently not a word, so I’m not sure how much information I’d find) and/or workaholics. I don’t know any (that I’m aware of). Is it just someone who works a lot? Someone who loves their work and also works a lot? Feels a “high” when they’re working? Suffers withdrawal when they’re not? For the purpose of this article, that’s what I’m assuming.
And as I said, it’s an alien feeling. I like my job. I’m fairly good at it. But I’m happy to leave at five. I don’t miss it when I’m home. But for like an hour today I was just in the zone. Okay, so there are different zones. I can enter stuff on a computer super fast without really noticing what’s going on around me (my job sometimes calls for this), but this was a different zone. This was a rapid volley of people coming into my office with work, people coming into my office with questions, phone calls, and computer stuff. It felt good. I was almost tempted to remark to someone about how busy I was. I hate when people remark about how busy they are.
That’s another thing I assume about workaholics—they find fulfillment in being busy. Come to think of it, this isn’t just about work. I notice something similar when mothers talk about their kids. They talk about all the stuff they are doing. The school stuff. The after-school stuff. The practices, the games, the dance classes, whatever. Is it pride about their kids’ accomplishments? Or does it make them feel good about themselves that they do this stuff for their kids? People talk about some of the ridiculous lengths they go to for the sake of (for example) their kids’ sports. I have to restrain myself from saying “your kid doesn’t have to play sports!” Actually, this is probably a separate post. Where was I? Oh yes…workaholics!
I don’t really have a moral or point here. And I don’t know if I actually have a better understanding of what motivates some people. I might feel some kind of pity for them because it seems to me they get fulfillment from something that I consider trivial. But I could be totally misreading them. Maybe they get fulfillment from something else. Maybe they don’t get any fulfillment at all. Maybe I don’t either. Maybe they’re actually pitying me because I don’t have the things that bring them fulfillment. Here’s what I do know: I’ve definitely used the word “fulfillment” too much. And I should probably give people a break when they remark how busy they are.