Today is exactly one month until my 24th birthday. And I'm kinda getting weirded out. I'm at an odd place in my life. I'm working two jobs and doing freelance work ... but I still feel a little empty. I haven't dated anyone in close to three years. Friends keep moving away left and right. New friends don't seem to stick very well. Old friends tend to not be sticking very well, either. I'll probably be moving into a tiny apartment I don't even really like. And I kinda feel directionless. This is, of course, expected from me. Hell, I didn't even think I'd live to see 24, what with all the fucked up shit I did in my formative years (i.e. drug problems, rehab, emotional problems, family problems, homelessness). While I am glad that I am alive, I can't really say there's anything that's really making me happy right now. I'm generally feeling apathetic and misanthropic. More on the apathetic. I just don't really feel motivated to do anything. To quote Joss Whedon, I'm kinda just going through the motions. I'm sure this is just a temporary funk, but I seem to be going through temp. funks all too often lately. I'm thinking of writing again. I was never really any good at writing short fiction, but I have all these ideas in my head I'd like to get out of my head. And it'll give me something to do, even though the stories will be amateurish and probably snotty. Oh well.
So in closing: I'm apathetic. Get over it.
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