Okay . . . this whole social distancing thing isn’t really working out for me. Let’s just call it off. I’m done with it. Anyone else? Let’s just put the apocalyptic panic on hold and stop overreacting.
Seriously, though, I am going mad, and my motivation to do anything is shot. I know what depression is, and this isn’t it. Depression is like being dead; this is just a bad case of boredom. I have work from my college I need to spend time on, but all I want to do is sit and read (not the books I’m supposed to be reading either).
Anyway, it is hard for me to write. I have no point I want to make. Often there’s something which happens in a day, something I see or feel, which I try to make into a post, but my days have flatlined. There’s nothing to respond to, nothing with which to interact.
I’m not even daydreaming.
I need to get out of the house.
It’s always felt like I didn’t have enough day in a day, but now that I have all the time in the world, I’m stuck in second gear.