how do you break out of a funk? i'm in a funk right now. it ain't about money, i have enough of that to last several months, maybe a year if i'm frugal. i mean, a 50K brick could land on top of my head right now and it wouldn't change anything.
it's about waking up in the morning and getting out of bed. not having anything better to do but get drunk. a big plan has gone down like the titanic. i quit everything to live off my life savings while i write the next great novel. problem is, that novel bogged down 6 months ago. can't even stand to think about it any more, let alone work on it. fuck it.
so now my DAWG wakes me up at 8. i feed him and let him out. while he's outside, i try to go back to sleep. by 830 he wants back in. after i let him back in i go back to sleep -- sometimes till 10, sometimes till noon. at some point i take him for a good walk. it's really the only enjoyment i get, and seems to be the only responsibility i have. got to take care of the DAWG.
keep telling myself i gotta get a handle on things. don't even want to get a job. everything seems like a pain in the ass, either no pay or above my skill level. i don't even care to try. at first it was cool, when i had a sense of purpose. now that i have given up on what i was doing, it seems i have no purpose.
so i hang out on this forum and it's been almost a week since i placed a bet. there seems to be some connection here. i have this run i've been planning, only problem is i can't motivate myself to get to work on it.
so i guess in short, what i'm asking is, how do you break out of a funk? i ain't talking about bankruptcy or shit like that, just a point where you say "what the fuck am i doing, where my goddamn life revolves around sleeping all day, drinking and posting on a goddamn gambling forum"?
i got a goddamn speeding ticket today -- 73 in a 55, which i guess in the great state of arky counts as reckless driving. this coming less than 48 hours after having someone call the cops on me for loud music. makes me wonder if i'm doing this shit on purpose for some fucked up reason since i haven't had a citation of any kind since i got a DUI in 97. then i wonder if i might be giving too much away on here, but then i figure, "nah, i'm just another faceless dick on a gambling forum so fuck it".
i mean, i think i'm just lacking some motivation right now. i moved out to where i don't know anyone and locked myself up to do my thing, and my thing has shoved a great big fuck you up my ass. so.....i'm trying to think of something that will drag my ass out of bed. handicapping the day's card ain't getting it done. playing the market ain't getting it done. i thought of golfing lessons, but now it's 30 degrees outside. something. anything.
good God, i'm wondering if my sister n' law might have another friend to hook me up with.............
it's about waking up in the morning and getting out of bed. not having anything better to do but get drunk. a big plan has gone down like the titanic. i quit everything to live off my life savings while i write the next great novel. problem is, that novel bogged down 6 months ago. can't even stand to think about it any more, let alone work on it. fuck it.
so now my DAWG wakes me up at 8. i feed him and let him out. while he's outside, i try to go back to sleep. by 830 he wants back in. after i let him back in i go back to sleep -- sometimes till 10, sometimes till noon. at some point i take him for a good walk. it's really the only enjoyment i get, and seems to be the only responsibility i have. got to take care of the DAWG.
keep telling myself i gotta get a handle on things. don't even want to get a job. everything seems like a pain in the ass, either no pay or above my skill level. i don't even care to try. at first it was cool, when i had a sense of purpose. now that i have given up on what i was doing, it seems i have no purpose.
so i hang out on this forum and it's been almost a week since i placed a bet. there seems to be some connection here. i have this run i've been planning, only problem is i can't motivate myself to get to work on it.
so i guess in short, what i'm asking is, how do you break out of a funk? i ain't talking about bankruptcy or shit like that, just a point where you say "what the fuck am i doing, where my goddamn life revolves around sleeping all day, drinking and posting on a goddamn gambling forum"?
i got a goddamn speeding ticket today -- 73 in a 55, which i guess in the great state of arky counts as reckless driving. this coming less than 48 hours after having someone call the cops on me for loud music. makes me wonder if i'm doing this shit on purpose for some fucked up reason since i haven't had a citation of any kind since i got a DUI in 97. then i wonder if i might be giving too much away on here, but then i figure, "nah, i'm just another faceless dick on a gambling forum so fuck it".
i mean, i think i'm just lacking some motivation right now. i moved out to where i don't know anyone and locked myself up to do my thing, and my thing has shoved a great big fuck you up my ass. so.....i'm trying to think of something that will drag my ass out of bed. handicapping the day's card ain't getting it done. playing the market ain't getting it done. i thought of golfing lessons, but now it's 30 degrees outside. something. anything.
good God, i'm wondering if my sister n' law might have another friend to hook me up with.............
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