Waiting... Waiting....

Have you ever heard the saying "If you need to get something done, ask a busy person."? Well I feel like the living example of the opposite of that saying.

Filling my days with nothingness on the computer is making me feel like a lump. Occasionally my sisters will grab my bored mop of hair and drag me out of the house. Let me tell you something. Being inside all day goes against every natural fiber of my being. So when I get out of the house I feel as though I've stepped into another world. As if the outdoors is a giant room outside of my house. Sometimes when I'm walking down the street I'll feel as though I'm on a treadmill of the world. I'm in the exact same spot but somehow the world is shifting under my feet. I know it sounds crazy but try it sometime. You'll see I'm not completely nuts.

So anyhow, as soon as I step out of the house I have this feeling that I want to stay out here for as long as I can. For as long as I can avoid going back inside where I know I won't want to leave again. Once I get up and start moving I'm afraid that if I slow down, I'll stop moving completely. So I call everyone I know and see if they'll save me from this fate. If they'll help me make the night longer. Doing nothing, having zero responsibilities sucks and I long for the busy days where I'd really appreciate this freedom that I have now. Problem is, I look around at the people around me and how they're treasuring all the moments of freedom and here I am.

Wallowing in it.

Dying to get out.