Had an existential crisis cleaning my house today.
you just like... mess everything up. and then clean it. and then i guess hope to make enough money to pay someone else to clean it, so you have more time to... to what?
whats the point of moving forward in life, it if only frees up your time to think about how little you know what to do with yourself with free time.
in other news, hangin by myself tonight.
with no chores, no work. no life stuff. had a great productive work day. followed by a super productive recording session for the new single. practiced piano for an hour. then started cleaning and now....
honestly don't know.
maybe this is why people get married.
day is done. not feeling particularly social. but wouldn't mind hangin with someone in that cozy stress free way.
suppose that means i'm reaching the end of my single phase.
suppose i should "get back out there"
ugh.
sucks out there.
so many annoyingly stupid boring people.
guess as long as i balance the "trying" with enough alone/happy fuzzy friend times, it won't feel like such a chore.
or maybe fuck it. i'll spend the next year with luca in expensive silk pajamas, eating taco bell and catching up on all the TV i missed while i was busy being ... not alone.
whatever it is- tonight is the first night i've had some time to myself and i really just wanted to be held.
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