Today is one of those days where I’ve got nothing planned and I ended up doing nothing productive.
There’s a strange sense of loneliness when I’m cooped inside my room, knowing I’ve just wasted yet another day. I would have felt better if I had read, or if I had worked out or do something I’ve been meaning to do for the past 52 weekends.
It’s also these times where my mind gets a chance to speak. And somehow, it’s almost never a good thing in such situations. It reminds me of all the void weekends I’ve had, the same aimlessness I’ve felt a month ago at work, gosh, even looking at photos of my friends remind me of the bleak certainty that we won’t be around forever.
What’s up, brain? Am I not feeding you enough with endorphin-producing stimuli? Or should I start building a better response system for “days I don’t feel like doing anything and end up feeling crap for not actually doing anything”?
I guess the main issue is, I know I’m made of more. But I just don’t know where to start. Plus I have a problem with my own laziness.
Uh, help? God?