The political crap in my soccer world has been brutal this week. I've lost a lot of sleep - the only control I've had in the situation seems to be whether or not to worry about it, and I didn't do well at avoiding worry.
Soon, though, the load will lighten for about a month, as the season winds down in the youth leagues.
In terms of work, I was asked today if I could put in more hours once the soccer season winds down, so I suppose I will remain busy.
That will allow me to fill as much time as possible, and keep me from thinking about the dead end I am trapped in, romantically speaking.
I have mentally trapped myself, seeing all possible options as merely being a choice between women I have no interest in and women who would have no interest in me.
It may be all in my head, but it is all that is in my head.
What is the point of living this life?
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