I'm so f@cken bored. What I wouldn't do for just one social contact in this country. I spend 90% of my time by myself and to be quite honest - I'm sick of me. I'm bored with me and I'm bored with trying desperately each day to find a way to just pass the time. I hate to sound so 'woe is me' because I'm really not sitting around feeling sorry for myself, but I am sitting around feeling restless, alone and really stir crazy.
My business is small and these days it only takes me a couple of hours to do what needs to be done for the day. I place my orders, touch base with customers who need me, send a few emails and in just a couple of hours - I'm done for the day and searching for things to do. Wayne just let me know he won't be home until 8:00 tonight. That's over 8 more hours I have to kill before then.
I think I say more to my cats each day than I do to actual humans - if they start talking back - I'll be really worried about my mental health! I should go to the gym, but to be quite honest - since the miscarriage, I haven't been feeling much like going (I'm down to 3 days a week and some days feel like I can actually feel myself getting fatter). Sometimes being out amongst people just makes me feel more alone. It's not like anyone really talks to me and if they do, it's so superficial it feels not worth bothering. I hate small talk. I can have small talk with the cat at home and get just as much out of it as I can with some random gym employee who's job it is to act interested. God, I'm cynical.
I was thinking of not publishing this post because who wants to read my complaints, but it's honest and I think a blog should be honest. Plus, it might shed some light on why I don't blog more often - my life is so mundane that sometimes, there's just nothing to say.
It's been a while since I blogged regularly. I guess I've been going by the rule - if you don't have anything nice to say - don't say anything at all. I hate 'woe is me' type entries and for the last month or so, I've been really down and haven't had anything good to say. I think it started with the news that Aniela (my fellow expat girlfriend) was moving back to the US and was exacerbated by the incident with Wayne's cousin and the flare up of my condition (along with a general feeling of homesickness & loneliness). I was really depressed for quite a few weeks there and haven't been doing much more than going to the gym and other random things to keep me busy during the day. I haven't even worked on my web classes (in any serious way) in weeks (probably because I can't concentrate when I'm in pain - never mind get very motivated). I'm not so down anymore. Maybe it's the sunshine. Maybe it's the fact that I'...
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