I know you read this.... I can tell.
Been experiencing a serious lack of motivation lately. Or more so, I've been wondering more about what I will be doing 2 years from now.
I've been thinking more seriously about English than history lately. I am way better at it, the books are classes are more interesting, but it also seem so utterly useless. I reaslize that an arts degree on its own is useless, but a masters in english seems pretty useless as well. I really don't want to be a teacher. A prof maybe, but not a high school teacher or something. I sort of already persued the idea of being a writer with journalism. I find that I don't have the motivation to write anything besides what I have to do for school. Even that stuff is mostly uninspired crap written on a page to fulfill the requirements of the assignment.
I suppose I write here, but this isn't exactly oozing creativity and talent either.
I find lately there is no greater joy for me than going to bed early and sleeping in. To me that is my ultimate treat: getting to sleep in past 9am and being in bed by midnight. Let the good times roll.
I don't even want to go out through. I am content to come home and just do whatever it is that I do to pass the hours when I am not at school or work. This is such a far cry from my life last year. I don't think I can recall a sober weekend. I went out min. 1 night a week and drank and even if I didn't go out to drink I did *something*. I look at saturday night, which I have off, and get excited because I will have time to come home and read, and maybe work on an assignment or two. What the hell? I mean, that is seriously like negative amounts of fun... but what else is there to do?
It's like a rut... but a different type of rut. My ruts before have been about just.... lowness.. Feeling low in general. Now I am just sleepy, but not altogether unhappy. I am 20 going on 70. The idea of retiring is appealing. Bus tours and bland food don't sound all that bad. Naturalizer shoes are actually quite comfortable. I could dress eccentrically and brightly and be excused for it. I want a rocking chair and a blanket. I find young people annoying and loud...
I walk though the halls at DAL and see a first year class in the hallway. It makes me feel old.. and tall.. but mostly old. When really, I am only 2 years older- if that. There's sjust something missing lately and I can't really say what it is.
Sometimes I feel like I have all these ideas, but just no way of getting them out there. And sometimes it doesn't even bother me. I just have the nagging feeling that I should be out having more fun or soemthing. I don't want to look back 10 years from now and be like, gee I wish I would have had some more fun while I still could. I feel too responsible sometimes. I forget how to be a slacker and make stupid immature decisions. Not that I want to like self-destruct or something instead, but playing it safe is getting pretty boring.
I feel like this is all I ever talk about. I feel like I have been pondering and writing about this subject forever... ughhh... so boring.
PS Everybody should listen to the Doves...