Getting to the grocery store has been more difficult, lately. I got there earlier today, after much pushing and prodding of myself, but as I was putting things into my basket, I realized that I'd forgotten my wallet. I put everything back, I walked home, I walked back. It was hot and noisy and bright. but I finally have food again.
Sometimes going outside is really nice. I'm surprised by how good the warmth of the sun feels, the soothing earthiness of the air as it rains, the still calm in the hours before dawn. Even the lively bustling of people. Sometimes I've even enjoyed being in crowds, hard as that may be to believe.
Other times, it's all like nails on a chalkboard and being badly hungover. I haven't had any alcohol in a while, either. I don't really want it enough to bother. I don't really want anything. I'm just tired. I'm hoping that running helps me build an army of mitochondria riding endorphins, to fight my way out of this wet paper bag with. I try all sorts of things, but exercise seems to be my best bet.
Amidst the contrast between moods, it seems I am at the mercy of something beyond my control. I can step back, I can relax. Sometimes I can even exercise. The world is just so much more unpleasant and difficult, no matter what I do. A whole lot of the time.. but I know it's not real.
It's just a matter of perspective, and I'm stuck in an awful one. It doesn't seem to matter a whole lot that I know this. As if, it just is. Physiology, like a broken arm. I can't just think it away, and I can't necessarily even function in spite of it.
Now and then, I go outside, and it actually feels pretty nice. I always know that it can be.
When I say that I don't want anything, this is not to say that I don't want to do anything. Or that I don't want to be anything. Or experience anything. There are all sorts of things I wish I could learn how to do.
It seems pathological that this doesn't motivate me to do much of anything. Aren't people supposed to be able to pursue their goals, or something like that? One might say that it's just not the way that I am, but I don't like it. It kind of sucks. I'd like to think that there might be some way to turn it around, someday.