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Showing posts with label introspection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label introspection. Show all posts
Thursday, January 10, 2019
APATHETIC
Why apathetic?
Because that's how I've felt for at least the past year - probably longer. I have no motivation, no passion, no burning desire to do anything.
I'm thoroughly tired of blogging, which - in essence - is a thankless and unproductive preoccupation. I mostly blog to convince myself that I'm still alive. And to absorb validation from the greatly appreciated but increasingly minimal input that I receive from readers.
It's way after 4:00 a.m. and I should really be safely ensconced in bed, but instead I'm sitting here in the kitchen on a very cold night - drinking beer (of all things), which occasionally induces a peculiar psychological reaction similar to that inspired by ethanol. Or scopolamine. Or perhaps amobarbital.
But I digress.
A few years ago, one of the most enthusiastic critics of my blog told me that I write far too much about myself
and
I have a narcissistic way of "manipulating" my posts to always make myself look good.
Here's a reality check:
I'm multi-talented, easy on the eyes, extremely witty, and almost unbearably intriguing.
I don't have any need to deliberately make myself look good.
I just said that to infuriate my detractors.
The grim truth ( thanks to the Budweiser truth serum) is that lately I've been so bland and blase that I bore myself.
Every time I attempt to write a blog post I ask myself
How many creative ways can I write about my cats or the damn forest or all the problems I have living here in the friggin' wilderness?
How can I possibly force myself to sound vibrant and optimistic when I feel half-dead and semi-suicidal most of the time?
I said SEMI-suicidal so as not to alarm you.
It's now after 5:00 a.m. and I should probably think about going to bed where I can immerse myself in the deceptive realms of Dreamland.
I mostly stayed up tonight to keep an eye on the water pipes and make sure they don't freeze. The temperature is frigid. Colder than a polar bear's kiss.
I'll eventually regret posting this.
And you'll immediately regret reading it.
Those are some of the negative aspects associated with the wonderful world of blogging.
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