Rant #28: Oh boy...
It has been quite a while since I have last posted. Since that time many things have changed; some for the better, others for the worse. And with all that has happened I still find myself at a loss for things to talk about. I've talked about love (or lack there of), friends, and lots of other topics that may or may not be relevant. What's worse is that it feels like I have something to say but no way to say it, express it, or even what the hell it is. I don't know...its just frustrating I guess.
Maybe it's some sort of isolation thing, that I don't have anyone to talk to about it (whatever "it" is...). But that's not entirely accurate as I know I can talk to many people about lots of stuff (and even though its 3:30 in the morning, I can't believe that "lots of stuff" came out of my train of thought...oh boy). Many of you know about the lack of a girlfriend has troubled/vexed/etc. me and possibly this is a symptom of it (withdrawal or something crazy like that). And most of you know what has happened with all of it as I'm pretty open about it.
Maybe it's the lack of a physical release of one sort or another that's keeping this all pent up inside. There are merits to this point, as I'm not exactly what you'd call "extremely active" in my regular activities. Hehe...I should take yoga... My crazy-ass sleep schedule probably isn't helping much either. Er, anyways.
I don't know. Even as I sit here, I'm looking at what I'm writing and feeling like this is just a futile, angst-ridden experiment that is slowly dragging me down. Holy effin' crap. What the hell am I talking about?? I need to get away from this...hey look! Bunnies!
.......Nope, didn't think that would work either. *sigh* Anywho. I have no point, which is usually what happens when I get like this. Maybe I'm looking for a point. I just...I don't want to type any more.
James York
Maybe it's some sort of isolation thing, that I don't have anyone to talk to about it (whatever "it" is...). But that's not entirely accurate as I know I can talk to many people about lots of stuff (and even though its 3:30 in the morning, I can't believe that "lots of stuff" came out of my train of thought...oh boy). Many of you know about the lack of a girlfriend has troubled/vexed/etc. me and possibly this is a symptom of it (withdrawal or something crazy like that). And most of you know what has happened with all of it as I'm pretty open about it.
Maybe it's the lack of a physical release of one sort or another that's keeping this all pent up inside. There are merits to this point, as I'm not exactly what you'd call "extremely active" in my regular activities. Hehe...I should take yoga... My crazy-ass sleep schedule probably isn't helping much either. Er, anyways.
I don't know. Even as I sit here, I'm looking at what I'm writing and feeling like this is just a futile, angst-ridden experiment that is slowly dragging me down. Holy effin' crap. What the hell am I talking about?? I need to get away from this...hey look! Bunnies!
.......Nope, didn't think that would work either. *sigh* Anywho. I have no point, which is usually what happens when I get like this. Maybe I'm looking for a point. I just...I don't want to type any more.
James York