The conflicted feelings in me are saying “nothing is something worth doing”.
I got literally nothing of value done this weekend, save for a world-building discussion with friends from which a few interesting points for thought spawned. We made it a late night, but I got out of bed relatively early, because there’s no use in laying in bed all day. An hour later I realized, I might as well have, since there’s no way for me to enjoy myself for a full day. Resting isn’t fun.
So that’s been playing a role again. I’ve been forcing myself to not do anything I want to do, and now it feels like all the passion’s drained away. I couldn’t even be bothered thinking about any of my project or drawing up quick design doodles for them. I’m falling into one of those lows again, seeing as how I can’t imagine it going back up anytime soon. It’ll do though, it’s like a tide of struggle.
And I keep whining about all this because..? Honestly, because there’s nothing else interesting going on. Or at least, nothing else interests me.