In many ways, these words are a chore, and most things we do in life are chores, and it is my understanding that most people, when they hear the word, immediately think of it as drudgery, of things to avoid, and thus, this opening sentence may appear to be grim, but since I do not have this bias towards the word, I can freely use it in all sorts of places. To me, words have meanings, but connotations are a disservice to language. Most words do not deserve their ill fates; I tend to see where words are placed. The situation matters more than meaning, and if not meaning, then it matters more than connotation.
Surely, if someone who did not look at life in the way I look at it were to open a piece like I have today, it might mean that these words are an obligation, an annoying expenditure of time, but since I have written it, since I am free from the cuffs of connotation, I can assure you that these words are indeed a chore, and so is keeping in touch with all of my friends, and so are a million other things I do, like reading or taking a walk, and all of it is a chore because all of it is routine, and all of it must be done. Out of all the things in my life that I do, doing the dishes is by far one of the most rewarding activities because I can expect a beginning and an end and a set reward for finishing it.
And these words fit a similar bill. And now, I have written. And now, I can sleep in peace.