Pretty much everything goes to hell on you, and you can’t do a damn thing about it except watch it spin?
I’m living it now, friends and neighbors.
Since I woke this morning at 6:00, nothing has been able to hold my interest for more than a few minutes at a time. I hop from thing to thing, trying to find some solace, but nothing works.
I putter around my house, looking desperately for something to distract me, but cannot find it, whatever it may be. To bed I retreat, only to rise moments later looking for whatever it is that feels so lost.
Sleep is my refuge, but it will not come to enfold me in its arms. Nor can I take pleasure in eating, for my appetite has left me.
The best depression remedy I know is to grab a 6-pack of root beer and watch Monty Python for the rest of the day. If it doesn’t work, then perhaps you should try setting a log on fire- It’s fun to watch the flame.
Some days are just itchy, where nothing flows or feels right. Or even weeks. (Actually the past decade hasn’t been anything to write home about.)
Niggly outside crap is usually to blame; stuff that isn’t solvable right now but won’t get the hell outta the WAY either. It’s a minor but thoroughly demoralizing pisser.
The only thing that works for me is either moving the bod hard or totally vegging out. Do something senselessly, pointlessly strenuous or sink into boneless inertia. Half measures don’t cut it.
