Welcome to the forty-first post of the Great Writing Challenge of 2012.
Five days a week for six months, I will be given a topic to write about. The stipulation: it must be 250 words (or more), and positive in tone. If you would like to suggest topics for me to write about, please email me at TheRebeccaProject [at] gmail [dot] com.
So I have hit a wall (but not literally).
I am just so worn down right now. It’s far more than just being tired. That can correct itself with a sleep, but this runs much deeper. I feel like I have not had a full night’s sleep in a decade. My skin has broken out, and I’m just feeling… exhausted. You know what I mean?
On our fortnightly culinary excursion last weekend, the Canadian and I discussed the issues facing us as humans existing in a way that is contrary to how we’re supposed to. In modern cities, we are surrounded by people, and yet are more lonely than ever before. Cue today’s gunman who killed seven. That’s just fucking insane, but barely made me blink when I heard it. That’s not normal.
The only thing that can cure it is an extended relocation to Thailand. Six months ought to do it. I cannot think of anything else other than removing myself from western society for an extended period of time, and focusing on my health, sanity and other projects.
Do you ever feel like you’re the only sane person in a sea of absolute nutters?