Too much nightlife for me lately. I woke in the night knowing I was done with it. There are many reasons for the decision. It is expensive. I am getting fatter. It bores me. I won't be missed.
That's not an extensive list of reasons, but it will do. I will refocus my attention now on other things. But last night felt like the last night. I won't reveal any of the details in order to protect the not-so-innocent, but things went south for me from the start. Four hours later, I was standing in the street saying, "No. . . I'm going home." It was early, but I was done. I'm turning it all down a notch.
I'm not saying I won't go out for dinners. Occasionally. With friends. Everybody needs that. But there is not going to be five nights in a row weeks any longer. My mind and body become mush.
Redirect.
I got a text from my old office manager yesterday. Trouble at the factory. I was almost willing to go back to work part-time to "save the day," but it wasn't going to work out well--for me. So. . . I took a pass.
People continue to send me memes or other provocative messages in an attempt to drag me into a debate about the election. I am done. I'm out. Leave me the fuck alone about the election. There is nothing anyone can say to change anyone else's mind. If you are willing to vote for a criminal in order to return him to the White House, there is nothing I can do or say that is going to make a difference. It only makes me despair. That the Republican Party nominated him is crazy.
But these are crazy times.
And I am enervated. I could use a personal win. I need one. Soon. Until then. . . .
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