Still working on ways to be independently wealthy. Still trying to arrange the Bumble Bean's social life. Still running into my own inertia. Why? I know what I want. I know why I want it. It's unbelievably valuable to me. Is it hibernation kicking in? Is it some deep-seated depression? Tomorrow is the 24th anniversary of my Dad's death. Last month was the 16th anniversary of my Mom's. I don't seem to feel sad about that. The more I hear about the difficulties my peers are having with their parents, the more I feel it was a blessing (disguised at the time). On the other hand, January 10th marks the 10th anniversary of the Horrible Bitch Woman's death and I may actually celebrate. Actually, it's a Monday so I probably won't. Just a glass of wine or two.
So what's my question? What's my problem? Why am I antsy and irritable and cranky? Why do I feel like my skin is too small? Am I just impatient? Then why is that not motivating me do something about it? When I talk to people about this, about this apparent hard-wired or conditioned malaise of the middle-class mind, they tend to become immediately defensive. And not just people I consider moon-fodder or small-minded or Taoistically asleep. My sentence structure is going to hell but I'm not going to fix it.
Why can't I finish the Artemis Winter Story? I went to the beach with the Magical Starfish on Sunday and she said it was just getting harder with age and I countered with "no, there's just more baggage we're dragging around," but I wonder if she wasn't right. Is it getting harder? Or are we just more tired so it seems harder? Is that the same thing? The octopus is done. Why can't I use 5 minutes to finish the fish? Or 10 minutes to finish the frog? Is it because everything is so disorganized and crazy that I can't be sure anything will work or be findable once I do take the time to start it? Do I just have a bad attitude?
Oh well. A great deal of complaining without accomplishing much. Perhaps it will clear space to do some non-circular work now.
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