The Importance of Being Idle

Glass Half Empty

Having talked about my insanity problems a little, I've been somewhat re-assured, and have spent most of the week just trying to relax a bit. And it's worked, I feel like I've had a good week and am a good deal more like me than I was at the start of the week. Now all I've got to do is keep hold of myself whilst dealing with the larger issues at hand.
I was wondering though, when was it that I stopped liking things? When was it that I lost that childish excitement for the new and just automatically expected everything to not only disappoint but also be more trouble than it is ultimately worth? Is that a recent thing? 'Cos I seem to remember being excited about Pirates of the Caribbean and Transformers and stuff like that, but I was thinking about some upcoming thing or other (possibly my birthday), and thinking that it was just gonna disappoint me. I wonder when that started, and how to make it stop!
There was something about September that always used to excite me, and not just because my birthday is here. I can almost remember the feeling, the anticipation. I can remember being glad it was the end of summer, and that the nights were drawing in again, a kind of odd excitement about the growing dark. And for the life of me I can't remember why, but I miss it.
You lose so many pieces of yourself as you get older.

posted by BadMonkey @ 4:19 PM