Is how I feel. Often. Does not mean that I think I’m an idiot, I only feel like an idiot a lot. Not sure why this feeling keeps returning but it does. Many times I wish I didn’t feel so idiotic. Many times I wish I didn’t behave like an idiot. Other times I wonder why. Like I do right now.
Perhaps it’s the time of the year, autumn coming and summer being gone, that brings out this depressive feeling of being idiotic. Could be. I have no idea. One day maybe I’ll find out.
Anyway, life goes on. Another Friday, another weekend. Enjoying it as much as possible. Well, mostly I only eat too much and daydream of better days. For sure, I could be doing something else but I can’t seem to get around to it. As if all the energy is gone.
Before this turns all depressive, I will end it.