Tuesday, 18 December 2018

Ennui

I was lying in the bath earlier when I thought about it. I usually have a bath rather than a shower in order to protect my exit site. It's quite nice anyway to be submerged (partially) by bubbles and warm water as I contemplate life.

It's ennui, the definition of my own life right now. Ennui for having a fucking inconvenient kidney disease; ennui for how debilitating it is, zapping my energies, ennui for the mist I have lived in for the past 20 years as a prescription medication taker to slow my blood pressure down; ennui for the daily drag of attending a job I really am bored by, yet having no interest in any other thing; ennui for the constant saving up for a pension, a future that is meaningless; ennui for Brexit, for the fact that I am powerless to control its outcome; ennui for the fact that I can't even escape the Brexit hell hole for France and warmer places due to being stuck in Blighty with my gammy kidneys; ennui that I just don't understand what it is all about and why I am blindly doing it, whatever "it" is.

What I can do is cocoon myself away with my heating on full blast, eating chocolate, listening to teenage angst music pretending all of the above doesn't exist.

Ennui.

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