I’m just feeling super nihilistic lately. I just wonder why do anything, or why avoid anything, or why work, why save, why exercise? Just fuck it all. I’m so stressed about everything that I’m to that point of feeling comfortable within the entropic chaos that is life. I worry when things start to go really well, or I’m feeling too much joy…because that just doesn’t last now does it? Sure it’s great to be positive and feel optimistic, but really what’s the point? It doesn’t change too much in the long run. I might have a line on a job that could lead to something better paying soon…but it might not…might be a gamble. I don’t know, but I’ll know more tomorrow. Even then, we have to deal with the child support bullshit later this summer. This means that this summer we get to stress and worry over that the whole way. And the beginning portion will involve the kid being here which means stress there, not to mention that’ll be during the time of our first anniversary. Not that we have plans to do anything specific. I’m just not thrilled about any of it. The tax return was shit because they adjusted it for reasons I still can’t figure out. I’m sinking in this feeling that I’ll never pay off my student loans, or be able to close my credit cards and rid myself of them, and let’s not even talk about getting the master’s. There’s so much I need to do and take care of and I feel that for everything that I do, two more things pop up to be done. It’s a fucking “to-do list” hydra. I’m just done with the shit.
I went to the gym today and it was excruciating. Not that it hurt or anything, it was just annoying and boring as hell. I hate working out, but I need to strengthen my ankle and back to avoid future injuries. I did a little gardening, took Freya for a little trip, and have done a bit of painting in with my usual chores. So there’s that. But I’m just over it. I feel like I’m on a razor’s edge between laughing hysterically and crying until I can’t breathe. And I’m not near the PMDD portion of the month, so this feeling will only get better. Yay. The fucking excitement is palpable. This is just a rant, and honestly I just need some wine and a hammock and a nap that finds me winning the lotto when I wake. Is that so much to ask?
Ok. Thanks for reading and hope you’re all doing well. Go forth and be kind.