Mother Truckin Ennui

I know it’s most likely technically not ennui that I’ve been feeling lately. I think it’s more of a lack of a positive outlook or something like that rather than ennui. Ultimately, it’s neither here nor there.

This is the real deal, like Hollyfield.

I feel like I’m just wasting my time, everyday.

I can’t bring myself to blog more often because I question why would I spend time doing something like this for just the sheer pleasure of it?

Crap.

I’m too old for this isht. Maybe it’s a midlife crisis?

Crap.

See, this is the kind of post that is well suited to a podcast. You’d get to hear the inflection in my voice and hear in my voice the exasperation of my situation.

In all reality, I think I just need to stop whining.

Like they said in Terminator 2, but never actually said in Terminator 1: “There is no fate, but what you make.”

Yeah, that’s the ticket.