You're tired. You're tired a lot these days. You have trouble remembering the last time you weren't. Probably some time when you were still young. Seems like ages ago now. Not to say you're old. Nobody would say you are, but nobody asks to see your ID anymore either.
By most metrics, you really don't have anything to complain about. People ask you how things are going and you say 'good'. It wouldn't matter what you said anyway. Nobody's really interested, and neither are you. That's most of your interactions with people these days. Empty platitudes and predicable call-and-response conversations.
Things don't outrage you like they used to. Not the big things anyway. You feel disconnected from the things you read about, like they're happening on another world. It's the little things that get to you now. Things you see people doing, watching, reading, or talking about.
You catch yourself zoning out a lot. You're thinking to yourself and asking yourself questions that you don't have answers to. Your mind wanders the same paths it always does. Churning over the same thoughts again and again.
Every so often you'll read something that gives you a bit of hope about the way things are going. You stop for a second and picture a bright future. Your permanent scowl is softened for a moment. But eventually you snap out of it. You know better than that.
By most metrics, you really don't have anything to complain about. People ask you how things are going and you say 'good'. It wouldn't matter what you said anyway. Nobody's really interested, and neither are you. That's most of your interactions with people these days. Empty platitudes and predicable call-and-response conversations.
Things don't outrage you like they used to. Not the big things anyway. You feel disconnected from the things you read about, like they're happening on another world. It's the little things that get to you now. Things you see people doing, watching, reading, or talking about.
You catch yourself zoning out a lot. You're thinking to yourself and asking yourself questions that you don't have answers to. Your mind wanders the same paths it always does. Churning over the same thoughts again and again.
Every so often you'll read something that gives you a bit of hope about the way things are going. You stop for a second and picture a bright future. Your permanent scowl is softened for a moment. But eventually you snap out of it. You know better than that.
