I want to start by saying this is not a post bemoaning my life. I am actually in a really good place right now. I’ve finished the second draft of my book. I’ve got a job that I enjoy. I’m (relatively) warm. I’ve lost 80 pounds. I’m in a good place.
The problem with that place is that it happens to be 1500 miles from the closest of my friends.
I’m not saying I’m lonely. I don’t get lonely. I’m an isolationist by nature. Just give my cybernets and cigarettes and I’m good to go.
What I do get is a similar feeling. It’s boredom. I get bored because I’ve got nothing to do but the exact same thing over and over again. People are what makes life different. Friends are the break from the tedium.
Maybe that is the same as being lonely.
I don’t know.
I’m not here to bitch about life. I’m just here to let you know where I’m at, you know, emotionally.
I guess that’s pretty much all I wanted to say tonight. I’ve got to get back to work. Work, work, work.