There are many things in life that appear before us, perhaps even snare us with interest, and then linger in the background, occasionally reappearing as if in a dream in some weird circumstance or erroneously poking to the forefront to befuddle us further when befuddled we already are. This is photo, for instance shows something, vaguely there yet can you really see it? Can you truely wrap you head around it if somebody didn't point it out and identify it for you even if you would have known that, yea, something is there. It's that kind of annoying.
This is precisely where my head has come to lately, but a whole room full of mental junk, not just a random piece or two. And let me be clear here: this is not depression, nor anything as interesting as melancholy. This is as dull as cleaning out a trunk full of unwanted trinkets and trash.
This seems to be occuring due to my near-future departure. I'm nervous about it but not neurotic. As a result I'm tired working through all this junk, both literally (I'm in the process of selling lots of shit off) and figuratively (see above). I feel a certain odd and very unintentional distance from friends who I really want to spend time with before I leave and yet I need time to myself, too. In combination with my normal work duties, soccer and innebandy, I'm about as energenic as a mullusk.
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