Recently I spent this time playing Horror videogames which she refuses to be near, because they're too scary. Well "horror" is a loose definition. I'm not talking Yume Nikki (a game she is terrified of forever after watching for 3 minutes) or Fatal Frame (a game I am terrified of for watching for 3 minutes), more Resident Evil.
Cut a long story short, I'm on my own for the entire night, played my game and got my butt handed to me and I am in a sore mood, even though it's the most fun outlet right now, I'm too annoyed to play the game. So I turned it off and looked for something else to do.
I looked through my 30+ DVDs.
I looked through my library of videogames. Of graphic novels. Books I am stuck reading. Heck even albums I want to revisit.
None of them feel appealing and I cannot start any without getting all knotted up, frustrated and turning them away or off.
Internet is as helpful, every topic seems trivial and not worthy of responce, every news article seems boring etc etc.
Does anyone else get trapped in this self impossed boredoom zone (the extra o is an emphasis, not a typo), how does one combat it and how does one avoid it?
This post has been edited by Stkbayfield: 05 June 2010 - 07:28 PM