Something I’ve found interesting lately is those times of the day where you don’t really feel particularly strongly about anything in particular. It’s not apathy, exactly, where you don’t feel like doing anything, instead you’re doing chores and don’t have anything to be especially excited about so you just are there doing chores – in the moment, so to speak, but not necessarily tranquil, just not exuberant or despairing, just… there. I’m pretty used to distracting myself from life with books or shows or games or sugar so this is a little disorienting. Part of it comes with the realization that there’s really nothing else I’d rather be doing – just being aware that something needs to be done and I’m getting it done and that maybe it’s a bit of a relief to have something do to instead of the nothing I’d otherwise be occupying myself with.
In all honesty it’s a bit of a blessing in disguise, just something that takes some adjusting too, because that’s probably what a lot of normal life is supposed to be like – just being what it is, although that sort of tedium probably can cause a lot of stress or desire for escape in and of itself. It’s this kind of response that leads back to old habits – the monotonous toil of everyday life. It’s really not especially exciting, to be honest.
The Scenic Climax 