There is something incomprehensible about being frozen in a needless limbo amidst the never-stopping motion of need. A week from now is the inauguration and I could be excitedly planning what to do. Last week, I met a gentleman who could, possibly, be my ticket to a new, dream job. I could be on the phone with him right now, following up. There is no cooked food in the fridge. I could be...washing pieces of goat meat.
But I don't want to. I don't want to do a thing to respond to the constant, noisy motion of life's never-ending immediate-action items. Is this unemployment blues, self-pity or just unhealthy self-loathing. I can't say.