Weeks have passed, and I think I'm finally past the angry stage. Melancholy has set in. It's the important realization that really, there is no such thing as a "big thing." It's all inconsequential in the end. Shit day, good day, who cares. Don't ask me how you stop caring - I think it just happens once you reach a certain point where you realize you're worn out, and don't wind up recharging. It's good in a way in that I think it's kind of like a fail safe - you mindlessly go on through your daily grind and wait for something to happen that shakes that up. Maybe it will give you a bit of a boost and you will start caring again. Maybe things you forgot about finally start coming together and you realize that in some cases, good things come to those who wait.
I'm just wondering if that's going to happen here. And if it is, when. Until then, I think one just hast to keep on grinding. All I know is I'm tired of the emotional roller coaster, screaming at the internet like some petulant little teenager who had to be home by curfew. Small stuff, right? So for now, I think it's nice to sink into an emotionally detached lull - at least there's some consistency, and that's always a blessing in turbulent times.
I'm just wondering if that's going to happen here. And if it is, when. Until then, I think one just hast to keep on grinding. All I know is I'm tired of the emotional roller coaster, screaming at the internet like some petulant little teenager who had to be home by curfew. Small stuff, right? So for now, I think it's nice to sink into an emotionally detached lull - at least there's some consistency, and that's always a blessing in turbulent times.