Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Slightly Intransigent, But No Fever
I may have a case of apathy. It's self-diagnosed, but I'm pretty sure that's what it is. One of my bosses is a senile old troll and the other one has gone into slacker mode, and I don't give a crap any more. And if the clients want to whine about it, I don't care as long as I don't have to listen to it. If I got fired tomorrow, I'd probably grin and drool. If anybody yells at me or wants to sob their life story to me when I'm busy, it goes in one ear and out the other. Is this what they mean by apathy?
I'm not worried in the least about illness, unemployment, or natural disaster. Apathy, probably. I'm slightly concerned about zombies, but not enough to get up off the sofa and take any precautions. Apathy? Hmm -- maybe that one's half apathy and half stupidity.
Sometimes I worry about burglars and car-jackers and maniacal serial killers, but not that much. Got to be apathy. Or the knowledge that nobody wants my car or my stuff.
Or maybe it's just a touch of seasonal affective disorder?
My spirit hasn't even been moved lately by book sales or bake sales or even, God help me, shoe sales. I'm not frivolously spending any money and I'm not even feeling withdrawal pangs. What the hell is wrong with me? And for heaven's sake, is there a cure?