my life is not blogworthy

so here i am. in a beautiful place. in a beautiful house. in the [ugly but nevermind that] mountains.
there’s space. quiet. time.
time to think. to relax. to take it slow. to breathe.
for a whole month.
should be bliss…

but what happens? i get depressed. i feel totally burned out. i feel completely unmotivated to do anything. i schlepp myself through the days. i cant sleep right. i obsess about irrational stuff.
in short: i fill the void with my junk. [and a healthy portion of post-election-stress-syndrome does not help much…]

emotions kick me in quick progression. first anger. then fear. then boredom. then boring. then boooored… now empty.

so what should i blog about? that my life is dull? that i am a loser? that i am missing perspective? that i dont know what i should do with my life? that i am – yet again – questioning everything?

???

who wants to read that?

i didn’t think so…

jimi hendrix: manic depression, tortures my soul *airguitar dohn duhn tu dunng dohn duhn tu dunng dohn duhn tu dunng*

About Jan Zuppinger

Jan Zuppinger has been writing this blog since 2002. He likes to grow vegetables. He likes to eat them too. He has opinions on everything, but sadly no one cares. Jan Zuppinger is not joking, just joking, he is joking, just joking, he's not joking. *click.