This is my bored kissy-fishy face. Lately I have been making this face (mostly mentally) a lot.
I am in a state of not knowing what to do. As in, there are things I know I need to do, the whole “adulting” phenomenon. There are things I want to do like watch certain shows or read. But. Nothing. Happens.
Like at the moment I am sitting at a former place of employment, a restaurant, having gotten off work at 1pm and I haven’t been home yet. I not eating. I am just here. I came to see former co workers who are also my friends. I haven’t been in in a while (which is part of the problem) and I was just going to say hello and let them try some leftover pie and pudding I made.
Annndd here I sit 30 minutes later. Because…I don’t know.
Complete and utter lack of motivation. Dreading the dishes waiting at home. Catching up because, as I stated, it has been a while.
I have no idea what to do or how to bring myself out of the funk. I never do. But then somehow I find my way into a kinetic frenzy for a brief period until I come back to the lump on a log state once again.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.