Preparing for Burnout
I'm heading for one of those spectacular burnouts I have about every 3 yrs or so. All the signs are creeping up on me and I'm dreading it. If you don't know what I'm talking about, I'll explain it. A burnout is a complete loss of motivation, energy, and (horror of horrors) ambition. It's like becoming dead in the water. Usually burnouts help me in the long run, they help me restore some energy and refocus myself, but I still hate how they feel.
Major signs of a burnout include:
*Loss of apetitte (Not a bad thing)
*Loss of focus and ambition (V. v. bad thing)
*Loss of energy (V. bad thing)
*Health sinks lower (V. v. bad thing)
*Huge amounts of sleep
*Loss of patience (Like I had any to begin with?)
*Withdrawl of friends due to moodiness (Which really doesn't help moodiness)
*Dependence on self-destructive behaviours
*Buzzing thoughts, which lead to
*Using louder music than usual to drown out buzzing thoughts
*Feeling lethargic and/or numb
*Loss of emotion or conscience (What conscience? I don't think I have one of those. If I did it died a long time ago.)
*Lack of creativity (yet another v. bad thing)
And of course, this is when Da decides, yet again, that Calypso must learn to drive! I swear, I get my bad timing from my father.
Oh, and my delightful (read: psychotic bitch) sister has decided that I have to come to her birthday party. Not ours, oh no, the fact that we're twins doesn't enter here at all, (That would involve common sense on her part.) I really don't want to go, at all. AT ALL. The only reason she wants me to come is because she knows my father will give her money. WTF? Step off, psycho, doppleganger, BITCH. He's my father You have your beloved pot smoking, coke snorting, crack-whore parents. Get shite from them. (But, of course, they don't have anything to give you for your birthday, d'they?)
Growl, okay, I'm done.
Major signs of a burnout include:
*Loss of apetitte (Not a bad thing)
*Loss of focus and ambition (V. v. bad thing)
*Loss of energy (V. bad thing)
*Health sinks lower (V. v. bad thing)
*Huge amounts of sleep
*Loss of patience (Like I had any to begin with?)
*Withdrawl of friends due to moodiness (Which really doesn't help moodiness)
*Dependence on self-destructive behaviours
*Buzzing thoughts, which lead to
*Using louder music than usual to drown out buzzing thoughts
*Feeling lethargic and/or numb
*Loss of emotion or conscience (What conscience? I don't think I have one of those. If I did it died a long time ago.)
*Lack of creativity (yet another v. bad thing)
And of course, this is when Da decides, yet again, that Calypso must learn to drive! I swear, I get my bad timing from my father.
Oh, and my delightful (read: psychotic bitch) sister has decided that I have to come to her birthday party. Not ours, oh no, the fact that we're twins doesn't enter here at all, (That would involve common sense on her part.) I really don't want to go, at all. AT ALL. The only reason she wants me to come is because she knows my father will give her money. WTF? Step off, psycho, doppleganger, BITCH. He's my father You have your beloved pot smoking, coke snorting, crack-whore parents. Get shite from them. (But, of course, they don't have anything to give you for your birthday, d'they?)
Growl, okay, I'm done.