Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Call it the winter doldrums or whatever you’d like, but I’m feeling it again–out of sorts, impatient, weary at times of the company of others. Struck right out of the blue, in fact, with no discernible causes or anything, like a personalized rain cloud. It’s apparently not just in my head, too, particuarly when acute. Someone mentioned to me yesterday, for instance, that I seemed uncharacteristically anti-social. If only she knew! If only she knew.

The thing is, I’m still energized when I interact with people, so I don’t think I’ve reverted to the old ways. Besides, let’s face it: by all accounts, I should be skipping down the street in rapture. We appear to be on the tail end of the recession. I’m employed, free of the flu, and have a roof over my head. There is ample food and drink. And, shit, I’m posting to a blog here, rather than worrying about malaria or gunfire or clean water. But the facts aside, you feel what you feel, and that’s about the shape of it.

There are no panaceas here, nor am I looking for any. This is a stretch to be savored, I think, not overcome. In any case, that’s all I’ve got for you tonight. Few things will make me write a post early, but Dead Space 3 came out today, and I’ve got to suit up and report for duty with a buddy. Will cutting a thousand limbs off of ravening horrors improve my mood? Perhaps. I will need to conduct some firsthand research immediately.