I am utterly bored.
It's easy to blame this on myriad of things, but I'll go with stagnation. I go to work and sit and talk and type and sit some more. Go to the gym and step and lift and sweat. Go home to eat and sleep. In between, riding the rails and walking around, always watching but disinterested. I go to shows. I see people. I drink. I listen to music. The apartment hunt continues. I watch what I eat. I smile wanly at myself in the mirror. I think about writing. The world turns.
Rinse and repeat.
I'm not even depressed. I'm just stuck in neutral. What is desire? What is excitement? I think I forgot somewhere along the way. Everything just strikes me as boring or ridiculous. My only saving grace (I suppose) is I've grown out of the "I need someone to entertain me" stage. Mostly because I doubt they can. I'll get over it. Eventually. Because angst is so 90s.
I'm too young to be so jaded.
Posted by Candicissima at September 26, 2004 11:44 PMdude, you're never too young to be jaded. as you well know, i'm actually a 63 year old man living in a 24 year old's body. it's true, the routine is just so....bleh. drinks?
Posted by: P. Feelz you at September 27, 2004 02:01 PM