I am a waste of space. Stranded in a college city that's quiet in its summer lull. I'm making $45 a week at a restaurant that has no customers. I'm using that $45 to pay the chiropractor to fix my back pain from the customerless, thus tipless, restaurant. I'm endlessly marking almost everything I own for a garage sale that might give me enough money to get out of here. My fiancee is going to New Orleans with camp friends, and I'm going to intrude at camp itself, hoping to find a sense of productivity or usefulness. Again, without any pay. I haven't even thought about how much gas money I will need to get there.
I'm always hungry, yet I don't realize I haven't eaten since the morning until it's already 9 pm, and then it's just awkward to eat. I need a sport to become obsessed with. Perhaps that would make my weight loss feel slightly more healthy.
Meanwhile, during this stretch of severe pessimism, the sun keeps shining, the grass is green, the plants are colorful, and I remain inside, pricing my possessions. I'm used to living my summer outside. Yet, I lack the motivation to step outdoors when there aren't any kids to play with, buildings to paint, and campfires to dance around.
What a depressing post.