This sounds familiar. I get stuck in ruts of feeling down/bored but finding things to look forward to at a safe distance, and then on the day I convince myself they're too much effort and I'm too tired, and end up sitting at home like a zombie regretting it.
But for various reasons (some of which I should have fixed ages ago, but I've kept putting that off, too...) doing stuff currently is more effort than it ought to be, so it gets hard to tell if my excuses are real. A lot of second-guessing and then finally just telling myself, fuck it, I've got to do something, or trying to force myself to buy tickets or fix meetups so I can't duck out. Almost trying to get myself on the bus before I've stopped to think about whether I want to or what needs planning.
Sorry if this isn't quite what you're getting at; yr post struck a chord, anyway.
― ..··¨ rush ~°~ push ~°~ ca$h ¨··.. (a passing spacecadet), Monday, 24 November 2008 12:39 (seventeen years ago)