royanrannedos

You know those rambling angsty journal entries, the ones that end up not making much sense at all?  The ones that tend to include "nothing is fun" or "my life is unfulfilling" or "I don't know what I want"?

An answer I have found works well:  Go and do the dishes.  Clean your room.  Forget the need for a perpetual entertainment glut and get something physically productive done.  Then look at it and enjoy the fact that it's clean.  That's helped me keep my grip on the reality that my life is actually rather excellent, even when I would psyche myself out of thinking so.