*Blog post started on May 7, 2020.
If there was any sense of optimism from the last journal (90-Min Amazon Prime: "Wild Card' and Jason Statham vs. William Goldman), I think that had dissipated over the last week. Hoping that I could just use the stimulus check to run off to a land of debauchery was a fleeting idea and my density or inexperience with SnapChat shot down a coping mechanism. On the bright side, there seems to be a sense of order. If only that was not two months away.
My life just seems to jump between frustration and boredom. The ex was dealing with a manic stretch and thus decided to stay up for 24 hours. She went to bed last night at seven to get herself back in order, so from AEW on, I had the place to myself. I could surely find time to knock off a 90-minute movie between then and Sunday evening for Monday's blog. This means it was the ideal time to venture into my unwatched Terry Gillian DVDs or anything from the Criterion Collection. Unfortunately, with high art, I want to share it like my Michel Gondry stuff. It just felt pointless and I may not have had the energy to devote that much time. Paying great attention for two and half hours seemed boring.
This makes failing to maintain the interest of a horror movie fan who seemed to like everything she saw feel worse. It made me think that I needed to spend more time in my drunk confident state. So I am lacking energy to be ready to say something hot and immediate the next time I see a woman's erogenous zones on my phone. My tendency is to try selling my cuteness, but who is buying?
I suppose I should think about being on the other side of that transaction. It is going to be hard to say goodbye to my ex's cat. Perhaps stating a financial offer for him should be my next move.
Someone has got to take care of her and this uber-empathetic cat should do. It is just great to know she is prioritizing him instead of settling into a situation where she has got to leave him with someone else. Thus explains why my stimulus is going to be spent on moving to a new place. I am just frustrated that I could not manage to figure a way to live comfortably with her. Then again, debauchery is something I have been craving. If I am living with someone comfortably, why did I break up in the first place.
Is it better to feel bored than frustrated? I suppose frustration leads to boredom. You need a break from being frustrated, but if you got nothing to do, you are going to be bored. Then you get tired of being bored and frustrated that you cannot do anything. It is chicken or the egg or the square root of negative one. We do not need that to be the blog post, so let us dive into a 1984 horror film that expresses the importance of staying inside and that could have been so much more. And at least that is frustration that will end.
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