Yes I know it's my fault, but trying involves just that. Why try when I can continue as I am without effort. No effort goes into my daily life. The current in the whirlpool of my existence overrides my willpower. I cannot get out. Well, I don't think I can get out. Such is the catch-22 of not doing anything that I think will involve to much effort.
I don't mean any sort of physical exertion, rather, doing things that I have not done before. Getting outside my "comfort zone" (which is a cliche, but originality escapes me) takes a certain adventurous spirit that I only have when I am the worse for drink. (I thank Sir Arthur Conan Doyle for that phrase) I favor inaction in any uncomfortable situation. The power that holds me is not so much my inaction, but the pervasive anxiety of the unknown.
Taking the metaphor of life as a path through the forest, I have found a clearing and set up camp. It has all the basic necessities of life (wow, I now have an urge to watch Jungle Book), with very little threat to my existence. However, there is nothing here. I took a wrong turn and ended up in the Doldrums.
It's time to break camp.
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