Whoa, I just had the worst nightmare!
I had this dream that my girlfriend and I were fighting; well she wasn’t exactly my girlfriend anymore, but we were still fighting anyway. Crazy, huh? Who does that? And I was as this job that, like, it used to be challenging, but now all the life has been sucked out and it’s like only the skeleton of a 40-hour workweek that’s left. But I was still going to it anyway! Imagine that! Going to work inside a skeleton! So I tried to leave work to see my friends. I called all of them to meet up with me and none of them answered the phone. Not one. So weird! Friends who couldn’t give me the time of day. I’m like… wha? And so I thought shucks, at least I can go see my parents. Then I realized they’re hundreds of miles away, wondering how I’m doing, never seeing me, growing older, while I trudge through all this completely meaningless and worthless shit.
And that’s when I realized I’m living my life exactly wrong.
What a crazy dream I had! OK, time to wake up.
Maybe your friends don’t pick up the phone because you NEVER STOP COMPLAINING. I know that’s why I never talk to myself anymore.
(was this needlessly harsh? probably.)
Wait …really?
The situation’s kind of self-defeating now that I think about it.
It’s not the complaining that’s the problem, but the longer you go on complaining about your life without doing anything about it, the closer you’ll get to losing friends. Or girlfriends. Specifically girlfriends. Not that I would know. Except I would. I do. I got dumped because I had problems, complained of them constantly, and never took any steps toward solving them. Now I’m taking steps. Tiny, halting, whimpery steps, to be sure, but they’re better than my previous strategy, which was to stand stock still and hope that life missed me.
I hear that life’s vision is based on movement.
Maybe it’s the power trying to come back o– QUIT CHANGING THE SUBJECT