I have been home alone for four days. Basically by my own choice. I could have gone out to see people, and I did, here and there–but mostly I spent four days all by myself. Normally I don’t go for that kind of thing because I get way too introspective and I word vomit all over the first person I see once I emerge into real life again. This hasn’t really happened (unless I’m word vomiting all over the internet; I guess you can draw your own conclusions).
I have been really stressed out lately, like abnormally. I think I have been taking way too much on in my life and then not compensating with any kind of fun or care for myself. That will max you out pretty fast I suppose. I imagine that’s what’s happened to me. I like to think that it’s normal and I’ll get by just fine.
Until today, when I found out that I may get laid off from my job. Ouch. I’m not sure what will happen…I won’t really know anything for a few more days. But when you take someone who is really stressed out then tell them something like that, encouragement is the last thing to follow.
There were a lot of things I was thinking about writing about recently, but the might lose my job thing kind of pales in comparison with any of the existential diatribes that have been running through my mind while being alone for four days. Truthfully I don’t much care.
I think it may be safe to say though that I would rather hide from reality and not think about a thing for awhile. It might be nice to imagine someone else’s life for awhile and try to escape from mine for a few hours.
