I swear, some days it feels like I'm stuck in the NIN song "Every day is exactly the same" and that I'm not really alive. As in for the past 8 months or so, which all in all is kinda fucked up since I was dating someone at the time too. I would say that this would be exacerbated by general life stress, but I think I solved that in true Tyler Durden fashion by letting that which doesn't matter truly slide. The less of a damn I give at work the better I feel, which also leads me to believe that I actually don't like what I do.
Logically this is absurd, since I don't really do shit at work outside of reports, the occasional "how do I?" and watch Netflix.
Emotionally I wish to stab people for being empty-headed vessels that can't get it together.
Still, the lack of caring seems to be settling that down a lot, and a nice weekend off from doing stuff around the house will go a long way. Even though I'm heading out to VA to help a friend move it should be pretty good, since I will be seeing friends I've not seen in ages. Shenanigans should ensue, videos will be made, pictures will be taken and shit will get done...to folks.
Logically this is absurd, since I don't really do shit at work outside of reports, the occasional "how do I?" and watch Netflix.
Emotionally I wish to stab people for being empty-headed vessels that can't get it together.
Still, the lack of caring seems to be settling that down a lot, and a nice weekend off from doing stuff around the house will go a long way. Even though I'm heading out to VA to help a friend move it should be pretty good, since I will be seeing friends I've not seen in ages. Shenanigans should ensue, videos will be made, pictures will be taken and shit will get done...to folks.