Wednesday, February 8, 2012

NOT the most interesting person in the world

  I'm not the most interesting person. I don't get to go a lot of places. I can't afford to do a lot of things like go out and have crazy adventures. Most times I don't even like to leave the house because that would involve gas and being out of my element. I don't have kids to brag about or have funny stories that happen with them. Even my dogs seem to find me boring and are only excited when I get home or ask them if they want any basic necessity. I read, play a few computer games, work, and sleep. I often wonder why anyone even reads anything I type anymore. I have nothing new to say or talk about.
   I should just drop Facebook altogether. This social media does nothing but reinforce depression as I watch others have more interesting things happen. I get that most people only post pertinent events and share with people they don't see often enough to warrant a personal phone conversation that would have to repeated several times to the people to which it pertains. And on top of that, most people don't post the other 90% of what goes on at home as it would sully the happy nature of the lives they present to their audience. The re-posting and sharing of various tidbits found around the web to express a feeling or start a conversation, while sometimes entertaining, can still invoke thoughts that I would otherwise try not to have or lead me to burn time on trivial matters that I will later regret wasting said time upon.
  I worry about time as a whole. I'm nearly 30 and only accomplished a fraction of my goals I set when I was younger. Some goals I had to give up on because they just weren't working out for me and some I had to abandon due to outside influences affecting the deadline to which I gave to myself. Time waits for no one. Time is the one thing we never get back. I feel a chunk of mine was wasted and I'll never get that time back. The only thing I take away from that chunk of time is learning experience and not to make those same mistakes.