Inertia
Sluggishness/ slothfulness/ listlessness/ lethargic
That's how I feel today. That's how I felt yesterday. I have no compulsion to do much of anything. Today I feel terrible. I couldn't get out of bed. I didn't go to school, I stayed home on the sofa. I feel guilty and flaky for doing that, but I couldn't have done anything else. I slept until about 10am and then I felt reasonably OK and very guilty for staying home.
Then again I think about all the people at school who get time off for this and that- going to conferences, watching their child's nativity, going to the doctor to check on their pregnancy, staying home to take care of their sick children. Well it's unlikely that I'll ever really need time off for those things. So what really is the harm in taking a day off school, to which, it could be argued I am entitled?
Where has this slothfulness come from? No motivation. No joie de vivre. Is it the Winter's fault? The darkness? Is it that my job no longer excites me? Am I just lazy by nature? Is there something wrong with my mind? Am I cracking up?
Right now all I want to do is go to an island in the sun, alone, and read. For days, or even weeks. Just lie there and think and read and occasionally eat.
Not much bloody chance of that.
I'm such a drama queen. I'll be alright.
C x
That's how I feel today. That's how I felt yesterday. I have no compulsion to do much of anything. Today I feel terrible. I couldn't get out of bed. I didn't go to school, I stayed home on the sofa. I feel guilty and flaky for doing that, but I couldn't have done anything else. I slept until about 10am and then I felt reasonably OK and very guilty for staying home.
Then again I think about all the people at school who get time off for this and that- going to conferences, watching their child's nativity, going to the doctor to check on their pregnancy, staying home to take care of their sick children. Well it's unlikely that I'll ever really need time off for those things. So what really is the harm in taking a day off school, to which, it could be argued I am entitled?
Where has this slothfulness come from? No motivation. No joie de vivre. Is it the Winter's fault? The darkness? Is it that my job no longer excites me? Am I just lazy by nature? Is there something wrong with my mind? Am I cracking up?
Right now all I want to do is go to an island in the sun, alone, and read. For days, or even weeks. Just lie there and think and read and occasionally eat.
Not much bloody chance of that.
I'm such a drama queen. I'll be alright.
C x
posted by Freak girl at 8:57 AM
1 Comments:
I think winter is a major cause of this! And do not feel guilty about taking the day off!! You wouldn't have been much use at work so better off to stay home. Call it a mental health day!
Oh and when you go to that island to lay in the sun and read...can I come??
j.
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