I've always had a side that leaned toward procrastination, but never to the point that I seem physically, mentally unable to take care of business.
For example, I still have a number of task not started, or unfinished that I need to complete to protect my property, family wellbeing, in the event of civil unrest.
I have done somethings, but I am very frustrated that I am having such difficulty getting key important task completed. "You fucking had the chance and failed them", is how I will feel if I don't complete these things.
I am hesitant to blame what might be pure sorry ass laziness on some outside force, but damn it man, I swear I seem to be under the influence of some bad mojo, and was just wondering if I was alone in this.
I am so glad to see this post. There is a strange comfort knowing we aren’t alone.
I feel as you do. Others have mentioned that it could be ADD. I don’t think so. These feelings run much deeper.
I think JOY has left the world.
I miss the feelings of summer joy. It feels as if I am on the outside looking in. Hearing the motorcycles and the music in cars as they speed to their destinations. Or firecrackers on July 4th. The smell of BBQ.
Where are the fireflies? Are you seeing them?
In my opinion, Joy has disappeared. Even when I watch Trump and he seems confident, my gut tells me things are not right. Yesterday, Bannon said “I guarantee you Trump will be locked up for years”. (Paraphrasing). My internal response was “of course.”
I notice little things have changed. I hang my sheets and clothes on the line in the summer. Nothing smells better. My sheets don’t have the same fresh smell hanging in the wind and summer sun. It’s faint now.
I am going through the motions. We have to start living again. No matter what may be going in this messed up world.
We have to seek joy.
Let’s not regret not living when life itself seems void.