I’m having one of those nights where you just can’t get interested in anything. You have tons of options, just none of it is appealing. It’s not depression or anxiety or anything, but sort of a “I thought there would be more to it than this.”
Ever go through that?
It’s called “life”, John.
Dabble in art. The possibilities are endless.
That’s when it’s time for an early bedtime. Brain reset. Body reset.
When I feel like that I’ll usually put on something objectively offensive to rational human adults and quickly realize that there are better options and find one. In the past year I’ve been using the American remake of My Name is Kat (awful!) or reading literally any fantasy written in the Forgotten Realms world (worse than awful). At worst I fall asleep. At best I find literally anything better to do. YVMV
Grumpy Old Railroader
Do something, anything, rather than sitting and watching the TV. Be creative. If ya can’t create sump’n, read a book
Yeah, that’s been my life since Covid showed up. Kept me busy for a while, then pretty constant ennui. I keep trying to get something going, and I might for a few weeks and then yeah, right back into it.
I mean, I know Trump really did a number on us, but the entertainment value of watching those guys step on their dicks only lasts so long. I think for me, I have this looming sense of dread – climate change, threats to democracy, etc. I don’t see the path branching in minor ways, but in major ones, and I either want to throw all my energy behind putting us on the correct branch, but I only have so much energy, or I want to find some entertainment and distraction from that, but all of that seems insufficient for the moment – so much of it is pretty terrible.
So yeah, not sure what to tell you other than this 54 year old feels the same way.
John, I understand.
But then I’m retired and 73 yrs old. I’m old enough that I started working for my dad when I was 12 so put in 60 yrs. Of course not all of those 60 were full time and I was enlisted in the Navy for a bit of it, but still I worked till 72 yrs old and having retired it does seem a bit like I need something else to do, it feels a bit strange to not go to work. I do have to say though that I haven’t let it derail me from actually retiring. Doing nothing feels a bit strange, but I’m not letting that bother me, it is, maybe, beginning to grow on me.
Absolutely. I go take a nap when this happens.
Ye’ ol’ post-vacation syndrome. What felt like comfortable pleasurable activities before the brain jolt of a vacation, now feel like time-fillers and thus somewhat less enjoyable.
Dance like an idiot until your pets are worried. I have no idea what that’ll accomplish, but please take pictures.
@Martin: You said it.
@Ruckus: Got up this morning late, at 9 o’clock, and was still finishing basic chores at 12:30. No wonder I can’t get anything done any more. Husband used to do half those chores until his back surgery. Now we are just happy when he can get up and function at all.
The Up and Up
I viewed some friends streaming on Twitch earlier but everybody is now asleep. Hockey games on Tee Vee or radio over. Cat snoozing in the other room. Library books to read I suppose. Due next week.
James E Powell
Yes. It makes me wonder about retirement. Currently, when moments like that come, they hang around until I have to go to work, then dissipate as movement creates the illusion of progress. But with no job to pull me out of it, I will have to construct my own escape devices.
HGTV until I doze off.
Me too. Hoping spring and sunny weather revives me.
“Why is it that no other species but man gets bored? Under the circumstances in which a man gets bored, a dog goes to sleep.”
@schrodingers_cat: I used to do art all in black and white and grey. Working on color now and I am amazed. Wow!
@Nukular Biskits: “Life in February”, to be specific.
Mike in NC
Too many things to watch on Netflix and the others but the weed I’ve smoked just makes me sleepy.
You can do practice the piano, you’re gonna need practice to catch up with this kid.
@Spanky: Plus, I had a bout of what I think was RSV last week. Been feeling like I’m dragging an anchor behind me for the past 10 days.
I don’t feel like I ever have enough free time to feel this way, I always feel overscheduled.
@ALurkSupreme: I am very jealous of my dog, snoozing and snoring next to me. Don’t even get me started on my cats.
Me too. I’m about your age at 51 and I just can’t be assed into a lot of it.
Thankfully I have teen kids and far-right cunts taking over our school board that force me to engage.
Honestly though? We’re like this every February. Plug on through.
I get that quite a bit.
I’ll go for a walk – I walk a lot anyway, but discovered how therapeutic a quick stroll could be back when I had a legendarily bad manager. Just a few minutes; the physical activity can re-set your brain.
Or fix something around the house. There’s always something needing to be done.
@James E Powell: I’ve been thinking about that, too! Some people need a daily structure or they get depressed and do things that aren’t good for them. I suspect I’ll be one of those people who need structure, because I am scarily good at Doing Nothing, and I’d hate for that to become my post-retirement life.
I hear you, been there. I suggest you play with your pets or go for a long walk in the woods.
“Ever go through that?”
Kevin Killeen in St. Louis has some very honest thoughts on the month of February.
@Suzanne: Of course not. You are still a working youngster. Biggest challenge of retirement is not to overcommit. I can see that as a problem in your future.
@Suzanne: Because you *are* over scheduled. You have a demanding job and a family that includes a very little one. I had times in my life like that but not now.
@schrodingers_cat: Truth! A pencil and a blank page with some music on and no imposition. Wonders unfold …
Learn to play the violin, banjo, or harpsichord. Try yoga or Tai Chi. Wrestle with Thurston. Set up and account on Spoutible. Some people find knife throwing entertaining.
Meself, need to finish painting up some bits of furniture, then ‘persuade’ friend to help assemble and move them into proper places. Then get tools unpacked and workbench set up. After that, have a couple years worth of projects lined up… But tonight, napped from 6 to 9. got up and had supper …
Has been 55 F and sunny in New Jersey the past couple of days. Not usual February weather …
GO IGGLES !
@CaseyL: Sounds like you use this: https://todoist.com/productivity-methods/pomodoro-technique
The Moar You Know
Yes, John. I usually just go to bed when that happens. Things are clearer in the morning.
@Omnes Omnibus: I’ve always found self-medication with exercise helps. You get to where you’re literally unable to keep going from being so tired, and then drag yourself back home. To collapse, and soon thereafter, you have to sleep anyway. Time passes.
Don’t worry too much about being bored. Something will turn up soon to catch your interest. In the meantime, just pick something to do at random.
Yes I have gone through that. I just call it “life.”
Knitting helps me. Getting lost in making something is soothing.
@HumboldtBlue: Thank you for that
Ain’t that a beauty?
Love my YouTube algorithm.
You’re gonna love this one too.
@CaseyL: That’s me – I usually take the dogs out or go and watch the ducks play.
Or today, it was watching the bald eagle circle my neighborhood for about 20 minutes. I’m sure she wasn’t looking for a duck snack. LOL
Ladies and gentlemen, Ms Peggy Lee.
@NotMax: Great minds…..
Garden catalogs. I can waste a lot of time with them this time of year. Also browsing estate sales listings on line.
Take the dogs for a long walk.
In February I solve OP’s problem by putting on trashy romcoms.
When I was a stoner February was easier.
Games people play in the middle of the night.
Killer Klowns From Outer Space is on Svengoolie right now. Getting close to over though.
Heh. Alan Parsons Project.
On another hand, Inner Circle.
I feel like this all the time. I usually just start my hobby, life drawing. If I’m just making crap drawings, I start practicing random shading. I equate it to a guitarist practicing chords. It’s both meaningless and satisfying.
The Up and Up
I’ve returned from a walk in the brisk February air. Bars, venues closing. Their patrons are on the roads heading home. People residing in their cars are about also, trying to park someplace out of sight for the night. Around and around, the same Subaru with everything attached to the roof-rack and bumper.
I thought I’d own a couple of railroads. Life’s been a disappointment fer sher
Joe South, “Games People Play.”
Well, 81 year old George Clinton ain’t wallowing in melancholy:
I understand, Cole.
Lonnnng hot shower and go to sleep 😴😴😴
He was out there frolicking, a black man frolicking (it’s become a meme, an awesome meme)
I don’t understand retired people who say, “I don’t know what to do with myself!” I’m almost 62, I’m going to retire soon, and I can’t wait because I will finally have the time to do the things that I couldn’t do, or only in fits and starts, because of this fucking job. Like reading and writing. The older I got the more I resented the time that the job took away from my life.
When I was a little kid my parents gave me a book called “How to Do Nothing with Nobody All Alone by Yourself.” It taught me there was simply no reason to ever be bored. Boredom seems to me to be even easier to avoid many decades later. The book was for little kids; the message for everyone.
Note: That book was written by the author of “Where Did You Go?” “Out.” “What Did You Do?” “Nothing.”
One thing I do to fend off boredom is translate stuff into German. (It also helps improve my German.) Here’s a translation of an iconic speech from a 25-year-old movie. Feel free to correct my German. I would appreciate the guidance.
I have much sympathy for your husband. My back isn’t as bad as needing surgery but have a herniated disc (14 yrs now) and while it’s not bad all the time there are things I can’t do anymore. Oh well the bright side is that I don’t remember what an alarm clock is, and I’m finding out what it’s like to be a semi lazy bum. I always wondered, when I started working 10 hrs a day was far more normal, along with 6 days a week. Oh well tomorrow is another day off, followed by the next day and so on and so on…..
@HumboldtBlue: That was joyous.
Isn’t that infectious fun?
Oh yeah. One of those times where you’re just bored and nothing sounds interesting.
Bruce K in ATH-GR
I have days like that, when the pace of my work drops to nothing (usually those stretches are bracketed by times when the work is coming in faster than I can complete it). Sometimes all it takes to kick me out of the rut is to get up and out and move around. Other times, it’s more a matter of finding a project of some sort.
@Cameron: Thanks for holding down the fort.
@HumboldtBlue: That is precious! I’m sending it on; hope it spreads far and wide. Will confuse the hell out of some people.
Lots of “retired” suggestions for a guy who is still busy working! Taking a walk is a good option, out in nature rather than just down the street if possible but any walk break will often do, even just 5-10 minutes a couple of times a day provides some improved health bennies.
Also, volunteer for something is my way to break the doldrums and feel better about life. I’m another person who doesn’t get how people are afraid they’ll have nothing to do when they retire; and I’m completely happy to sit on my ass and read all day. But, this year my goal is to volunteer a few hours a week for Habitat for Humanity in one of their ReStores. So many organizations rely on volunteers there’s probably one that will align with your interests and time constraints. And some are very short term, like for community events or require just a few hours each week.*
* Admittedly, some of these suggestions aren’t practical for nighttime blahs, but if you’ve done some during the day you might not get nighttime blahs. And walks at night are lovely.
Yes. I force myself to do some things anyway (exercise; healthy food), which helps me keep from sliding further. Currently contemplating new stuff, since losing my job in December. Maybe gonna do some consulting but NOT full time (I’m 64 and don’t have quite enough stashed away, but close—I’d planned to work about 5 months more). Reading more, maybe start some needlework. But yeah, sorting it out.
@Narya: Happy surprise retirement 😕! Mine was at 59 1/2, so I could start collecting my very tiny pension while I looked for another job. At least it’s a great employment market with higher pay generally now, so you shouldn’t have too much trouble finding consulting gigs. Age discrimination is real, but not as bad now that employers are competing for workers.
@satby: I am super lucky—I reached out to someone who had reviewed my old agency, and I have an area of expertise he doesn’t, so he may be able to use me for some work! He’s older than me and doesn’t want to work all the time either, so this could be excellent.
Take on a physical project like cleaning out a closet or the kitchen cabinets. Deep clean your bedroom. Something that engages your body and mind and that you can do at night or in deep winter. It will energize you and maybe propel you to something more ambitious or it will make you tired enough to enjoy a book or show. Just getting off your butt helps.
The question is, do you need to be with more people, or do you need something to relax with without people? If the former, volunteer — politics, pet shelter, reading with kids, etc. if the latter, the people who are saying art are right. You can take a class online or just play around. Music is good too. Both completely possess you while you’re doing them.
You are probably feeling this because of the new cat coming into your life. Anticipation can lead to restless boredom. So just keep busy until the big day.
You say “through that” as though it ever ends.
@TriassicSands: Boredom can be conquered. Ennui, on the other hand….
@TriassicSands: Oh, I loved those books!
Drummed into my impressionable little noggin when but a sprat: “Only bores get bored.”
Disc golf, John! Disc golf. Get a couple of putting practice baskets for your backyard. If you throw discs at targets while walking in the woods you have new friends at every one of the nearly 10,000 mostly free courses in the USA. Worldwide, more than 2,000 new courses are being built each year.
What about that new cat, the tiny leopard? When will he enter the picture??
That ought to give you something to do….
@Martin: damn, describing how I feel perfectly
@Narya: Late back, but that may be a perfect set-up! Fingers crossed for you.
Go to a meeting.
It’s like the old saying, after enlightenment, the dishes.
Let’s keep dancing if that’s all there is.
ETA: Already posted by NotMax and Cameron
I retired, as I’ve said here more than once or even more than a few times because I never actually thought I’d get here. I worked until I was 72, partially because the last, wonderful, rethuglican recession left me with $200 on the day when I started SS. (Just in case fuck anyone who votes for rethuglicans to run this country. Sorry if I offend, rethuglican policies have more than once screwed my life, pretty much right into the freaking ground.) I have worked hard and reasonably smart so my last job put me back on my feet. I’m OK, I’m retired now, for almost 1 1/2 yrs. I’m building furniture – in my apartment! – furniture for me, designed by me, to be used by me. It’s never going to compete with any hoity-toity commercial furniture but I sleep on a bed I designed and made, why not the rest of my furniture? Got one last piece to make, a bookcase to hold all my decades of book collecting and then I have no idea what I’m going to do to keep busy, or better stated to spend my time. But after 12 yrs of growing up, sort of, and 60 yrs of jobs and labor and military and just life and now almost 2 yrs of retirement, I gotta say halifuckinglula I AM RETIRED. I was reasonably sure I’d never get here, but here I am. Reasonably healthy for my age, reasonably comfortable. It is/has been a long time coming, it is/has been a slog getting here and now I just want it to be one day after another. A day unlike most of those that came before, because they were mostly work, often 6 or 7 days a week.