Today is what I affectionately would like to term "fraught with existential doubt". It is a day I am besieged with worries and hopelessness about my future and well-being where I am certain that there is something I must do but have not.
Unfortunately, with existential doubt, anxieties and worries come depression. Coping mechanisms run the gamut of lying in bed, playing time-wasting-mind-numbing games, trying and failing to read, watching television, general moping and at last resort, curling up in a corner and crying.
I don't particularly enjoy the FED-up periods, but seeing it's not the first time, I'll pull through. Problem is that I don't want to do anything - not work, not meeting people, and certainly not flying halfway across the world to see a bunch of tilting buildings.
It could be worse, I suppose. At least today's not "fraught with mystical significance".
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