Does anyone wanna go to the bar and talk about nothing,
then formulate a reasonable excuse not to go
but never mention it and still go anyway? Thus feeling agitated for being at a place you promised to be, but you should be somewhere else [doing the thing you think would be best (knowing damn well that the best place to be is here, right now)].
I am a future 7-time Oscar Winner, better known for my psycho-interpretation films, but I'll retire relatively young, only to continue writing screenplays in a small coastal village in Colombia. I'll allow Directors and Producers to film and produce my post-retirement stories after I pass away. In my will, the royalties will be given to the Mental Health Foundation, which will provide them with just enough money and resources to discover the cure for Alzheimer's. I'll continue winning Oscars after my death, but I will not know how many because it's past my time.