It's back again - that gross feeling I get from time to time that everything is boring and nothing matters and what's the point anyway since W's gonna nuke us all off the planet on his last day in office (if not sooner).
Partly I realize it's the withdrawal from the pot, and I know it'll be gone in a couple of days, but in gazing into my own abyss I tend to get a little vertigo; there's always the possibility that I'll fall in.
Ever since I read that stress makes you gain weight I've done my utmost to eliminate stress from my life. Then I read specifically how stress makes you gain weight, and I have to admit, that kinda stressed me out. If I thought I could rant without it showing up on my ass I would.
It's definitely not the life I imagined I'd have; then again it was unlikely I was ever going to be Batman, marry Keanu Reeves, and invent tabletop fusion. Still, I figured I might some day become useful, find someone who'd love me, and create something meaningful to leave behind.
Well, what can I do? Quitting won't accomplish anything. Persistence might not accomplish anything either, but at least it'll give me something to do with my time until I have to deal with the fact that it was all for nothing.
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Well, whatever it was, the feeling passed.
"It's definitely not the life I imagined I'd have."
God, do I know that feeling all too well. Live with it every minute of every day...
Importantly, though, I spend the better part of each day trying to make the best life I can.
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