Disconnected
Going with my thoughts of yesterday, i realized as I walked home that I feel remarkably disconnected from the world of late. Whether this is a symptom of my enforced hermitage over the past few weeks or an indicator of a larger disconnect remains to be seen.
The reality of the situation though is that I feel less and less like leaving the house. It sounds strange especially considering the current conditions in which I am residing. Perhaps its because I have to get up at 5:30 am everyday and then walk the hour to work(love the walk, just HATE the leaving the warm sleepng space bit) or maybe I am in the process of redefining my priorities. The long and short of it is, I really don't know why I am against leaving the comfort of my abode.
These thoughts kind of came to light yesterday as I was going through the debacle that is the process of me TRYING to buy a used car(don't ask) and talking with the people I am buying from. The wife said that she was not comfortable leaving her immediate area where she lived and that going farther than a block or so caused her anxiety.
While I don't believe that I have ever experiences anxiety per se, it kind of struck a chord for me. Although I get bored at home i have no real desire to leave it. At times I think the only reason I do is to spend time alone. I am finding that I enjoy spending more and more time by myself, which, for those who have known me in the past, is quite contrary to how I used to be.
I don't really know where I am going with this entry, I think I am more just trying to figure out what is happening in my brain, the strange and scary place that it can be.
The reality of the situation though is that I feel less and less like leaving the house. It sounds strange especially considering the current conditions in which I am residing. Perhaps its because I have to get up at 5:30 am everyday and then walk the hour to work(love the walk, just HATE the leaving the warm sleepng space bit) or maybe I am in the process of redefining my priorities. The long and short of it is, I really don't know why I am against leaving the comfort of my abode.
These thoughts kind of came to light yesterday as I was going through the debacle that is the process of me TRYING to buy a used car(don't ask) and talking with the people I am buying from. The wife said that she was not comfortable leaving her immediate area where she lived and that going farther than a block or so caused her anxiety.
While I don't believe that I have ever experiences anxiety per se, it kind of struck a chord for me. Although I get bored at home i have no real desire to leave it. At times I think the only reason I do is to spend time alone. I am finding that I enjoy spending more and more time by myself, which, for those who have known me in the past, is quite contrary to how I used to be.
I don't really know where I am going with this entry, I think I am more just trying to figure out what is happening in my brain, the strange and scary place that it can be.