Do you ever have those days that you feel antsy and don't know what to do? Like you're itching to do something else or be somewhere else but don't know what or where? That's how I feel now. The job I once enjoyed and took comfort in now seems to suffocate and bore the hell out of me. The people that I look forward to seeing everyday now bug the hell out of me. I want to do something else but don't know what, want to be someplace else but don't know where. Confused as hell and don't know what to do about it. All I know is I'd love nothing more than to be anyplace else but where I am right now. I need a change, something new. Something completely different and out of the norm. New surroundings, new people. A place where no one knows me or anything about me. Start fresh. Be able to leave all the excess baggage behind.
I know, seems like a cop out. Like I'm trying to escape from the life I'm living. But isn't that sometimes for the best? Besides, I don't seem to be living my life anyway. Hiding behind work, behind friends, behind... stuff. I want to leave. Just leave. When you think about it, I really don't have anything or anyone tying me down. Family and friends I have lots of here, yes, but they all have their own lives so it wouldn't really make much of a difference if I stay or go. I have nothing of my own. I feel misplaced. Feel out of sorts and lost. Even around family and friends I feel out of place. The odd man (or woman as the case may be) out.
If I had the money I'd just get up and go. The destination doesn't really matter, anywhere is fine. I guess that's the only thing that's keeping me from going. I wouldn't want to be a burden on anyone. Fear of not being able to take care of myself. Fear of needing to rely on someone else. Oh, I digress. In my mind I am.
I have nothing for me here nor do I have anything for me anywhere else. I just want to go.
Yes, I WOULD like some cheese with my whine. Yes... I digress.
I know, seems like a cop out. Like I'm trying to escape from the life I'm living. But isn't that sometimes for the best? Besides, I don't seem to be living my life anyway. Hiding behind work, behind friends, behind... stuff. I want to leave. Just leave. When you think about it, I really don't have anything or anyone tying me down. Family and friends I have lots of here, yes, but they all have their own lives so it wouldn't really make much of a difference if I stay or go. I have nothing of my own. I feel misplaced. Feel out of sorts and lost. Even around family and friends I feel out of place. The odd man (or woman as the case may be) out.
If I had the money I'd just get up and go. The destination doesn't really matter, anywhere is fine. I guess that's the only thing that's keeping me from going. I wouldn't want to be a burden on anyone. Fear of not being able to take care of myself. Fear of needing to rely on someone else. Oh, I digress. In my mind I am.
I have nothing for me here nor do I have anything for me anywhere else. I just want to go.
Yes, I WOULD like some cheese with my whine. Yes... I digress.
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