Embracing Futility
I tried writing a blog today at Starbucks. It started dissolving into something about Abbie. I went home, changed, went to the court and played basketball for two hours, came home, showered, changed, and began writing again. Something entirely new.
And that quickly dissolved into something about Abbie.
This is stupid. This break up is stupid. I feel like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day trapped in a stupid situation, having to relive it day, after day, after day, and I really can't talk to anyone about it anymore, because they'll think I'm as stupid/crazy, as I feel talking about it.
And I do. I hate being miserable around Ray and Eric. I do believe attitude is contagious and it disgusts me to no end that I'm that guy making everyone miserable with his bad mood. Even if that's not necessarily the case, that's how I feel.
I isolate myself because I don't want to burden them. But then I only feel more miserable. Because well, i'm alone at that point and obviously being by myself is going to make me feel like shit.
So, who's excited for Inception tomorrow night?
And that quickly dissolved into something about Abbie.
This is stupid. This break up is stupid. I feel like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day trapped in a stupid situation, having to relive it day, after day, after day, and I really can't talk to anyone about it anymore, because they'll think I'm as stupid/crazy, as I feel talking about it.
And I do. I hate being miserable around Ray and Eric. I do believe attitude is contagious and it disgusts me to no end that I'm that guy making everyone miserable with his bad mood. Even if that's not necessarily the case, that's how I feel.
I isolate myself because I don't want to burden them. But then I only feel more miserable. Because well, i'm alone at that point and obviously being by myself is going to make me feel like shit.
So, who's excited for Inception tomorrow night?