This Is No Way to Proceed

Holing up in the apartment is not good for me. I do it because nothing good comes from going outside. I am still alone. I spend money out there. Then I feel guilty. Oh, I can afford it, it’s just something I do because I am bored.

So, I stay in.

But then I binge a certain topic and immerse myself in that. I don’t need to be watching bourbon reviews at nine o’clock in the morning.

I have my project. That’s what I keep telling myself. The project bores me, so I don’t want to do it or flatline quickly once I begin.

Not much going on right now. Nothing excites me.

I am not depressed. Looking above, it might feel that way, but I don’t think that’s it. There’s just nothing. I’ve cleared out all the distractions that I am now bored.

I have posited since my college days that we construct our societies, religions, etc. to help the masses pass time. Seventy-80 years is a long time if we don’t have things to do. I am finding that to be the case.

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