Long Weekend

Posted 2010.04.02 11.00 in Life On Drugs, Pointless Blather by Stephanie

Happy pagan fertility festival weekend!

As with every weekend, long or otherwise, I start out by making a list of things I need to accomplish. Long weekends are nice because that extra day really helps, it maens there’s more nap-time in between the chores.

This morning as I’m writing out my list, I find myself looking at it… Clean this, wash that, tidy this, clean that…

Chores. Just boring chores. I thought, I should add something fun to the list. You know, make sure I remember to do something fun this weekend. What fun thing would I like to do?

I sit here, thinking for a while. I can’t think of anything.

Ok, now I think, well just for the heck of it, what if I didn’t have any chores to do? What if I hired a maid or something, had someone else to take care of every last little ‘necessary’ thing. What if I could do absolutely anything at all this weekend? What would I do? What do I want to do?

I can’t think of anything. Big or small, I can’t think of anything I want to do for fun.

That must mean something. What, though?

What does it mean?

One Comment

  1. Stephanie says:

    So anyhow, I figured out what it meant. It’s one of those symptoms of depression.

    I’ve been in this depressive episode for about 3 years now, and occasionally I forget that it’s not a normal thing. Then I get hung up on some little thing and can’t figure it out, but eventually I remember.

    Oh and I did end up just doing chores most of the day. Chores and a nap now and then.

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