I’m generally an optimistic, upbeat person. I don’t get depressed very often, and when I do, I’m pretty good at finding something to distract me while I work it out.
Sometimes, though, I have days where I just don’t care about anything. By that I don’t mean indifference, I mean…it’s like nothing matters.
I’m not angry, I’m not sad, the house is a mess and Byron’s gone and the baby’s asleep and there isn’t one single thing in the world that MATTERS. I don’t have any meaningful thoughts about anything, my creativity level has flatlined, my motivation to brighten things up is hiding behind the refrigerator… I just don’t care. Things are great – who cares. Things are crappy – who cares. It’s as if everything is suddenly grey and I’m sitting here in my chair, and I don’t care if I never move.
I’m not sure I’m presenting this accurately, but what the heck…
Does anyone else ever “not care”?
These little bouts of mine are few and far between, and they last a few hours at least, a day at most.
Veni, Vidi, Visa … I came, I saw, I bought.