So... I'll be doing that again today. I have to find a great piece that is under five minutes. This is trickier than it might seem.
In life stuff, I had considered trying online dating again, just to see if it's any better than the last time I tried. I don't like dating. The whole thing is uncomfortable and awkward, and I'm not one for small talk. A friend of mine is currently doing it, and I get periodic updates about her exploits...
...I'm not jumping back in. Nope.
So... I went on a tangent about what it's like being asexual in a culture soaking with sex, but decided that such a discussion is better suited to a different post, so I deleted it. Just take my word for it that it's difficult as fuck trying to date as an asexual.
And I don't really want to, as it happens. I'm not fussed about having a boyfriend/husband in my life. I'm quite happy with my male friends, and female friends, and really my life is pretty damned good.
I'm just feeling the same social pressure every woman feels to get hitched, I suppose.
Last night I looked around at my bedroom and finally realised that my depression has gotten out of hand. It's a mess. I need to get a grip. It's been a difficult year for my depression, though. I'll get there. I'll start by cleaning my room. Hopefully. I always have such good intentions and then the depression takes over and I just lie in bed and stare at nothing.
And this is a very disjointed blog post. Sorry. I'm panicking about Saturday.
On that note, I have to find a damned passage to read.