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Weather affect disorder
I'm depressed now that the weather is nice, because it makes me feel like a loser. It no longer hurts to go outside, but the joy of notpain is quickly eaten by the paint of not having people to do things with and things to do. Logically I know that not to be true, but I have isolated myself a lot in my selfish love of freedom. I wandered around my hipster hood, and with so much skin showing
OH HORMONES
I feel even more alone.
I'm really not - I've been more mature, I'm not fucking everyone anymore, and I've stood by my friends time and time again and...now I have more good friends. How simple was that? But I have a stressful job, my real estate venture is essentially a 2nd job, and my workout is something that makes me feel connected but I actually do it alone.
I told myself to post this in the morning, but since then I worked out and for the first time since in latest injury I was able to get through my workout without anything weird - so not only may I be recovered but I got the endorphins that make me forget the pain of living. While writing this, Mike and his girl called me up and now we're going to dinner.
I stand by my mood, but my sad post was poorly timed. Or it was brilliantly timed.
I still need to make more social engagements and do activities that force me to be social.
OH HORMONES
I feel even more alone.
I'm really not - I've been more mature, I'm not fucking everyone anymore, and I've stood by my friends time and time again and...now I have more good friends. How simple was that? But I have a stressful job, my real estate venture is essentially a 2nd job, and my workout is something that makes me feel connected but I actually do it alone.
I told myself to post this in the morning, but since then I worked out and for the first time since in latest injury I was able to get through my workout without anything weird - so not only may I be recovered but I got the endorphins that make me forget the pain of living. While writing this, Mike and his girl called me up and now we're going to dinner.
I stand by my mood, but my sad post was poorly timed. Or it was brilliantly timed.
I still need to make more social engagements and do activities that force me to be social.
social weirdness