I will be the first to admit,I bore easily. Like,pathologically so. I frequently catch myself thinking,omfg,this person is as interesting as watching paint dry. Talking or writing,I am just not interested in what they have to say. Not being snotty,just how I feel. BUT in my right mind,I try to focus and interact and make socially appropriate noises.
During a crippling depression,though…
This lack of interesting is on overdrive. Just basic interaction feels like soooo much work. And let’s face it,listening really isn’t that taxing. Boring,sure,but not excrutiating. Yet right now…it kinda is.
And I am DESPERATE to connect with people so feeling this way is doubly painful. I just.am.not.interested. I’ve tried talking to 3 different FB friends in an effort to not allow The Incident to lock me back in my fearful withdrawal. Sooo bloody boring. Well,2 were,but they were half ass hitting on me and that bores me in itself. The other is a truly nice guy who I have common ground with but…I don’t like me right now so the part of me that connects just isn’t there. I am not interesting,not happy,not…me.
Phone conversations with my dad are soul crushing. He talks so much I barely need to but still,just making hmmm uh huh noises is exhausting. I don’t fucking care about gas prices. Troops in Russia,huh? Your neighbor did wh-wait,I really give zero fucks. And I don’t give any about things that usually interest me,either.
I am a hollow shell at best and a confused kicked puppy at worst. This is not an attitude. This is my mind,obliterated by depressive symptoms. This is how I feel. And frankly,for another 6 weeks,it will likely remain my baseline. Not even a plethora of meds touch my seasonal depression. This is survival mode.
Quite frankly I give zero fucks about that,too. I am not all that interested in myself. You sure blog a lot about yourself not to be self obsessed,geesh.
It’s just purge. Verbal vomit for virtual times.
6 weeks,mark my words. 6 weeks from now I will likely undergo a “magical” transformation mentally. And no,not actual magic,I have not lost touch with reality. Magic is just the only word to describe the shifts in mentality season change brings.
Until then,I remain…a disinterest husk of humanity.