When I'm actually outdoors I really enjoy it: the exercise, the solitude (or company), the nature, etc, all the good stuff. However the aftermath is dreadful: once I'm back home I always end up feeling regretful for having wasted time and money on something frivolous and purposeless, time and money that could have been invested more wisely and productively. Even preparing for an /out/ing feels like this and I have to force myself through it or else inertia will keep from going out.

Spending free time at home is ok because my brain finds comfort in the idea that I could stop at any moment and get back to work immediately if the situation calls for it (it never happens, and in fact I waste way more time mindlessly scrooling the internet than I ever do /out/ing).

Anyone else in a similar mental cockblock? Is there a cure for this? Help me /out/, I really want to enjoy being outdoors.