TW4569
10-25-2014, 04:19 AM
I'm 22, a high school dropout (too many absences and rarely completed assignments), living with my parents.
I can't seem to get motivated regularly. About once a week, I'll have a burst of energy for about 4 hours when I can get stuff done, but otherwise I just want to sit online or in bed. I go to bed at 5-6AM, lay around reading or watching videos until it gets light, then I wake up in the afternoon. It used to be 2pm, then it slipped back to 3pm, then 4pm, and I've even gotten up after 5pm a few times recently. It sucks to get out of bed an hour before it gets dark.
I love my parents, and they provide me with everything I need without asking for anything in return, but our house is a disaster. The floors are never swept or vacuumed, every flat surface is piled with junk, we have to hunt for bad smells in our fridge every couple weeks. I know I share in the blame, but I try to do what I can, but there's just so much to do, and anything that gets accomplished is undone in a matter of days.
I have about 100 unfinished projects. I start working on one, then I jump to another, then another, then none for weeks. I also have a massive list of movies and TV series I want to watch, video games I want to play, and comics and books I want to read, but I never start any of them. Sometimes I suspect that I have ADD. Either that or internet addiction, I sit around refreshing forums all day looking for new posts, rather than setting aside a couple hours for a movie or a video game. My TV is next to my computer, so even when I do watch something, I constantly look away and F5 F5 F5 F5.
I have this friend who used to live across the street. He really is a good friend, and I feel like a total ungrateful asshole for feeling this way, but we hung out way too much. I felt like I could never do what I wanted to do because he was always over (at least that's what I thought). I am also very introverted and he is not. I do like him as a friend, but he's a friend best taken in small doses, not someone to hang out with for 4-5 hours a day, six days a week. He moved out of state recently, and I was actually happy about it (horrible, I know). We talked on the phone and facebook occasionally which was fine with me. I just found out he'll be moving back in across the street soon, and I'm dreading having that constant companionship again. That said, in the couple months he was gone, I thought I'd get tons of shit done, but instead I just sat around doing nothing anyway, so maybe it's not a big deal? Again, I'd like to reiterate that I don't hate this guy, he is a good friend who has done a lot for me and my family, but small doses. Small doses.
My brother also passed away recently. It has been pretty hard on my parents and I. However, it would be dishonest of me to claim that his death is the root of any of my family's problems. The issues I've mentioned have been going on for years.
Despite all of these problems, I have food, warmth and shelter, and luxuries such as internet, cable, and junk food. I often think of the line from Joe Walsh's song Life Is Good; "I can't complain but sometimes I still do." It could be a whole lot worse, but it could also be better.
I can't seem to get motivated regularly. About once a week, I'll have a burst of energy for about 4 hours when I can get stuff done, but otherwise I just want to sit online or in bed. I go to bed at 5-6AM, lay around reading or watching videos until it gets light, then I wake up in the afternoon. It used to be 2pm, then it slipped back to 3pm, then 4pm, and I've even gotten up after 5pm a few times recently. It sucks to get out of bed an hour before it gets dark.
I love my parents, and they provide me with everything I need without asking for anything in return, but our house is a disaster. The floors are never swept or vacuumed, every flat surface is piled with junk, we have to hunt for bad smells in our fridge every couple weeks. I know I share in the blame, but I try to do what I can, but there's just so much to do, and anything that gets accomplished is undone in a matter of days.
I have about 100 unfinished projects. I start working on one, then I jump to another, then another, then none for weeks. I also have a massive list of movies and TV series I want to watch, video games I want to play, and comics and books I want to read, but I never start any of them. Sometimes I suspect that I have ADD. Either that or internet addiction, I sit around refreshing forums all day looking for new posts, rather than setting aside a couple hours for a movie or a video game. My TV is next to my computer, so even when I do watch something, I constantly look away and F5 F5 F5 F5.
I have this friend who used to live across the street. He really is a good friend, and I feel like a total ungrateful asshole for feeling this way, but we hung out way too much. I felt like I could never do what I wanted to do because he was always over (at least that's what I thought). I am also very introverted and he is not. I do like him as a friend, but he's a friend best taken in small doses, not someone to hang out with for 4-5 hours a day, six days a week. He moved out of state recently, and I was actually happy about it (horrible, I know). We talked on the phone and facebook occasionally which was fine with me. I just found out he'll be moving back in across the street soon, and I'm dreading having that constant companionship again. That said, in the couple months he was gone, I thought I'd get tons of shit done, but instead I just sat around doing nothing anyway, so maybe it's not a big deal? Again, I'd like to reiterate that I don't hate this guy, he is a good friend who has done a lot for me and my family, but small doses. Small doses.
My brother also passed away recently. It has been pretty hard on my parents and I. However, it would be dishonest of me to claim that his death is the root of any of my family's problems. The issues I've mentioned have been going on for years.
Despite all of these problems, I have food, warmth and shelter, and luxuries such as internet, cable, and junk food. I often think of the line from Joe Walsh's song Life Is Good; "I can't complain but sometimes I still do." It could be a whole lot worse, but it could also be better.