End of 2008 Blahhs.


Here it is, the end of yet another year, and I'm feeling my typical chipper self: anti-interactional, nervous, and bored. This has actually been a banner year for me, as I am full-time where I work, meaning that I get some job security, a pension, and medical bennies (first time in my career!). I also paid off my credit card debt, which was really vexing to me for a long time - but no more!!

The drawbacks have been emotional, mostly. I've been fighting what my mother calls the Irish Melancholy. I also have a penchant for being alone, which means friends have to be very patient with me. Seems I don't have much room in my life except for my wife and my pooches. But I'm generally happy about this, except that I keep having these pangs and guilty feelings at not being more social. I'm hoping that either I'll get more social, or I'll just stop feeling these pangs.

Then there is the wife being downsized. The economy has definitely affected us. I lost part of my job too, now that the recession has forced the state into budget restrictions. I'm happy to be working though, and I'm happy that my debt load is very light, but still, I worry.

Then there is the boredom. It's cool to cold outside, and I don't want to go out in it. I also don't want to spend any money, so this means a lot of sitting around the house feeling like I should be doing something when actually, I'm doing what I should and not spending money. Sure, I'm going to the gym and getting my exercise, but I'm not socializing, I'm not out on my bike, and I'm not engaging my creative side in making motorcycle V-Logs.

So, this ends my entries for 2008. Just wish I weren't so pensive!

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