Here a little dialog from Anathem by Neal Stephenson that I can relate to:
“… I don’t care …”
Asribalt was horrified. “But how can you not be fascinated by—”
“I am fascinated,” I insisted. “That’s the problem. I’m suffering from fascination burnout. Of all the things that are fascinating, I have to choose just one or two.”
My engineer grandfather used to call it: “Too many wicks, and not enough wax.”
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood….
Fascination burnout when I’m down and tired,
fascination saturation when I’m up and eager.