Pointlessness
Beset as I was for much of the day with the empty gnawing feeling that all is pointless, even the pointlessness is pointles as it has all been done before, existential angst, etc. Yet here I am penning these words, pointlessly.
I wonder about this procrastination, I wonder why we do it, is there an anxiety about not succeeding? Then does the lack of productivity send me on an emotional downward snake slide? Then does once the minor chocolate high wears off, does the getting fatter bring on the depression. Oh god I'm tired, so very tired.
