My days lately have had some weird beginnings and ends. I wake up in the middle of the afternoon and I go to sleep at 4 A.M. in the morning. What’s worse than having nothing to do? Having people point out that you have nothing to do. Lazy days are great after a hectic weak. But they can make you feel like a bit of a failure when every day is the same. It’s a paradox. I hate doing nothing but it’s what my body and mind seem to need. It’s like I’m grieving something but I don’t know what it is.
On the worst of days we all have a way out. It’s always something or someone. A sliver of hope that we can hold on to. We often tend to take that way out for granted. I used to rely on people that way. People I hardly spoke to, I would make them carry the weight of my world on days I couldn’t handle it. When they stuck around it didn’t matter much. But now that I seem to have no one I can see the error of my ways.
I have made my peace with loneliness. I even enjoy it sometimes. It’s so ironic. I can never seem to shut up when people are around. But I only talk about irrelevant things. I’ve always secretly been an introvert. I’ve been so good at keeping that a secret that most people think I’m a cheerful outgoing person.
Apart from this incessant ranting, the point of this post is that, I want you to understand that no matter who you are or what you are, it’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with it if you get gloomy at times. Forcing yourself out of the dumps is not really necessary just because everyone says you have to. Take your own time. Everyone goes about life in their own ways and we have to be respectful of that.
And if you are ready to pull yourself together, a great way to do that is to find out what you’re thankful for. Straight up make a list. Counting your blessings is bound to put a smile on your face. Even a glass of water that someone else may not be able to afford is a blessing in disguise.
– The Obsessive Writer.