What's the Point?
So, I was talking to my Dad yesterday and it hit me that I don't know what the point of anything is anymore. I love my job and I love the work, I just hate actually having to go to work and the lather, rinse, repeat of it all. I get up at the asscrack of dawn, I go to work, I try my best to get things done, I come home, eat dinner, spend a few hours online or on the phone talking or taking care of a few (and I do mean -few-) things and then I get a shower, have a snack and go to bed. It all repeats the next day and I'm not sure why I do it. What's the point? I'm not gaining any ground with -anything-. Everything feels as though it's in a constant state of suspension. Nothing ever gets done, at work, at home, on a personal level. Of course, I had 9 weeks off and while I got some things done, I didn't get everything I wanted to get done accomplished. I find myself asking why I even bother anymore, or what the point of doing ANYTHING is.
This was going to be longer but I'm just too frustrated to continue and it's the same old shit anyway and I'm sure everyone is tired of hearing it.
This was going to be longer but I'm just too frustrated to continue and it's the same old shit anyway and I'm sure everyone is tired of hearing it.