I don’t know what to really think about this week so far. I was going through a depressing patch the past couple of weeks and now things have been better. But of course life is not a bowl of cherries and there has been some up and down.
I felt just downright weird when I got up today. That led to feeling down again. The usual stuff. I’m accomplishing nothing. I’ve wasted my life. My brain is broken and will never work the way I want again etc etc.
When this happens I have a surefire way to make things better. Just stop everything I’m doing, go outside, and walk. The fresh air, the sun and the exercise. It really helps. After a walk, and taking care of a few errands I was feeling ok again.
I’ve been very lucky that when my mood turns sour I don’t feel the urge to drink. In fact, when I’m at my worst and feel that my mind is beyond recovery, drinking is the last thing I want to do because I just want to hold onto the last shred of sanity I have. Drinking just sounds like a good way to go fucking crazy rather than a helpful relief.
I do not need to devote much time to struggling with drinking. Staying sober just seems to happen. Whenever the evil alcohol pops into my head with ideas of drinking It’s usually easy to think up a perfectly rational excuse not to drink. I must have finally disgusted myself to the point where alcohol is just anathema.
The struggle seems to be somewhere else. A friend of mine had issues with depression her whole life and she always told me that she was defective. That is exactly how I feel. A defective part. The older I get the more hopeless it seems. I’m not “normal”. I can’t do the things “normal” people do. As I age I become ever more far removed from the societal norms. I’m a fucking freak show.
It’s getting to the point where I’m not even sure that I can work in job environments with other people. I make it through my job each day, but I feel as though I’m expending a tremendous effort in order to do the routine tasks and “fit in” with the others.
I think my ideal job would be locked up in some crazy mad scientist lab or some shit. I’m probably a perfect candidate for some bizarre NSA super secret research project.
So what am I to do? My resume is starting to look something like this.
- Can work well with others, but really wishes I didn’t have to.
- Full of crazy thoughts and ideas that very few seem to comprehend.
- Interested in meticulous analysis of everything around me.
- I enjoy staring into space and doing absolutely nothing.
- If I could be paid to read books all day. I would.
- I’m a futurist. I design, plan and pontificate on future technology and society. (Someone needs to pay me to day dream, seriously)
I could go on but I better stop 🙂
You ever see that documentary of the guy who lived up in Alaska all alone most of his life? He built his cabin and all the things he needed to survive. It’s a fascinating show. Sometimes I think that would be my ideal life. Society does not seem to want, or need me. Maybe I’m better off alone in the woods where all my work and decisions have real life and death consequences. I seriously think I would be perfectly fine with that life.
Well, I don’t think that is gonna happen so I’ll just keep struggling along and hope that someday I get lucky and stumble upon something that works for me.
Ideally I should really start my own business. That has been the obvious choice for decades now. Being sober seems like a great opportunity to finally act on this. Now I see the bigger problem. I’m not drinking, and yet I still cannot motivate myself to achieve my goals. Whats up with that!!!
The hope that I cling on to now is that as I am sober for a longer period of time my mind will continue to heal and maybe that motivation will finally come. Sobriety is not the cure for laziness it seems. FUCK! ;-p Gotta keep searching for that one hehe.
Lets end on a happy note. Here is the sunset from last night.