I just had a writing session with a friend who was complaining about why he wasn't "there" His there was a place of success, recognition, fame, as well as being able to not work in a store. So while he was complaining , i'm still waiting with paper and pen, ready to write what I hoped would be a summer sensation. but nothing came of our writing session unfortunately. I really shouldn't say nothing, because something did come of it. My realization. I'm just bored.
the only reason why I do what I do, is because I don't want to be bored. I like to write, but i like to paint, I like to hang with friends, shop, and yeah, sometimes I like to work at my work place and deal with crazy customers. But for the most part... i'm bored. and annoyed.
As I empathized with my friend about not being "there" he began to "sympathize" for me as I told him my many woes of who I knew and how I knew them, and what i've done and why I haven't yet done anything "big" it got depressing...and now i'm bored.
I don't know how to keep up with something on the daily...maybe meds would help but honestly, I just need to find a new form of motivation. I need to decide whether or not I stay here another year, or go back to CA. I have to make some big decisions...i'm nervous..but for now, I'm bored.
