The Importance of Being Idle

Back From Outer Space

Ahhh yes, I recognise this place...
Not been here for a while 'cos... well 'cos I've been really pretty miserable and stunningly inactive, to be honest. Seriously, you'd actually have to watch me at geological scales to notice whether I've done anything at all. Or not, and it was definitely not.
Basically the past few weeks/months/however long it was I was gone has involved studioulsy avoiding the contact of my fellow humans, watching movies and playing video games. And that's it. It's actually sucked pretty hard, y'know? To be fair if you know me then you probably already know that something bad happened which pretty much fucked my whole summer, just totally and utterly removed whatever motivation and focus my existence may have had. I couldn't say I have exactly recovered from it now (I can't help but think of the things I should be doing now), but a few people have reached out to me and made me realise that people do care about me, so that's nice. Things are they way they are, and maybe, just maybe, it's time to move on, its not like I don't have options eh?
Had a break (from all the hard work I've been doing, that was some stressful sitting on my arse I had going on there) this weekend, and went down to my parents for a visit. It was both fun, and not fun at the same time. It was good to see my brother again, we spent most of the time hanging out, playing video games, watching movies, pretty much the same stuff we always do although we couldn't get drunk cos of his new meds (which make him both tired and nauseous, a delightful combination). On Sunday we all went down to visit the grandparents and uncles and aunts and the like, and that was again kinda fun, and also a really painful form of torture. I mean its not like I have a lot to talk about, y'know? Or at least nothing that grandparents want to hear. It's funny though, cos I thought Stu was doing his usual 'getting on with anybody' schtick, but then about lunchtime me and him nipped out for a walk, and almost as soon as we were out the door he said "This is a fucking special sort of torture eh?", so I guess he wasn't really enjoying himself either, he's just better at pretending than I am. Still, at the end of the day, the gp's seemed pleased to have seen us and that was the point of the exercise, so jobs a good 'un, I reckon.
For reasons I can't even begin to understand I feel insanely dizzy today, like I have some sort of inner ear infection or something. I'm okay if I keep my head still, but once I start to look about I feel like I'm about to collapse, so that's not fun. Luckily this didn't actually start till I got home, or the drive back would've been no fun at all, and would've involved a good deal more crashing than it actually did. As it was, it was a pretty fun drive, and even the people who seem to merely take up space on the road provided some fun opportunities to test the acceleration of my car... I am convinced that the Mercedes c180 kompressor wasn't trying at ALL though: I just don't understand why you'd have a car like that if you don't want to drive it.
That'll do for now I think. I'll try to swing by later, maybe make this a regular thing again eh?

posted by BadMonkey @ 3:24 PM