In a funk. Started on Thursday morning. I can pretty much pinpoint when it happened. It’s strange when biology and philosophy clash. I can recognize that thoughts I’m having about the broken stuff in life are irrational. But that doesn’t make me feel any better about things.
We won our Thursday night league game, but it didn’t feel that way to me. It was one of those games where my body was working, I was running hard, but I just didn’t play well.
Writing is going. I sort of shifted the weekend, treating Friday as Saturday and Saturday as Sunday. Meaning that today is "Monday," which is okay.
Occasionally, I find myself befuddled by what my life has become, especially over the last year. They say that the key to social media is genuineness. This is said by extroverted people. The other aspect of social media is tireless constancy. Post everyday. Engage in many conversations and comment thoughtfully. Unfortunately, the genuine me can’t keep up with what’s necessary (or what I believe to be necessary) to be a good user of social media. I want to post everyday. I want to participate in all the hashtaggery and blogfests, but genuine me finds it hard to keep up, even in the best of times. Sometimes, I feel like disconnected quiet is a luxury.