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When you look up from the pile of Transmetropolitan comics and realize its 3:30 AM one starts to wonder, why is it I'm staying up reading about the exploits of a crazy reporter type. This has been the case the last two nights, which is frankly quite irritating due to the whole having to wake up the next day.
What can I say, I feel lost. It doesn't usually bug me and it doesn't really do so now but its there. Work is going better though so that's been good, I just have to figure out where I fit in the scheme of things, which is probably where the lost thing comes from.
The other thing I'm feeling right now is dissapointment, mostly in people which is always invariably the case.
Or maybe this malaise is brought on by reading Transmetropolitan, which admittedly has a rather dystopian view of the future.
A thing my roommate said comes to mind randomly currently. I guess in the greatest sense I'm quite escapist with my hobbies, those being RPGs, music, cooking and alcohol which is probably bad. I will make it a point to not run away from reality more often.
What can I say, I feel lost. It doesn't usually bug me and it doesn't really do so now but its there. Work is going better though so that's been good, I just have to figure out where I fit in the scheme of things, which is probably where the lost thing comes from.
The other thing I'm feeling right now is dissapointment, mostly in people which is always invariably the case.
Or maybe this malaise is brought on by reading Transmetropolitan, which admittedly has a rather dystopian view of the future.
A thing my roommate said comes to mind randomly currently. I guess in the greatest sense I'm quite escapist with my hobbies, those being RPGs, music, cooking and alcohol which is probably bad. I will make it a point to not run away from reality more often.