I slept from 2:25am to 7:40am, then from 10:40am to 6pm, and it’s not that I feel especially tired, just that I don’t feel like doing much of anything. I don’t feel like bathing. I don’t feel like rowing and barely feel like writing this essay. On the surface, that’s been because the past week has been more stressful than necessary, both from a vocational perspective and from not getting enough rest. Let’s address that.
We’re all just trying to crawl out of life’s biggest struggles, like spiders stuck in bathtubs, or like our minimal wage jobs, sacrificing our health for the corporate good, and scant hours weekly of uninterrupted leisure; if we’re not too exhausted to enjoy them. There are really only four routes. Crawl down the drain to certain death. Stay still. Keep crawling and failing to scale the bathtub’s sides. Or hope someone compassionate will rescue us.