Aug 18, 2008 14:48
Columbus
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Sleeping problems
No exercise
World of Warcraft
Not leaving house
Barely out of bedroom
Blank mind
No friends
I've realized that I can't do anything without friends
AND
while I have friends
almost none of them are like I used to have -- that I'm used to.
Since I've been back, the myth of Sisyphus comes to mind.
We are all doomed to repeat futile meaningless tasks until we die. Is this life worth living? Is suicide an answer? Or is the fact that I know I'll die anyway enough? If I die now, or if I die much later, I'll finally be relieved.
I can take more of this.
Absurd.