I'm usually rather depressed by the end of these weekly events, but I've been feeling great all week and felt like I could finally work the nerve to include myself in stuff. There is nothing in the way of me becoming better friends with the guys there, most of them even consider me a friend already despite never seeing eachother or doing anything with eachother. But this isn't the point, the point is that I was ready and willing to make my social life live again.
Then the speech/sermon/presentation was on how we all have so much potential and how special we are. I'm sure to some people this is a great message, but it was such an obvious and well-known message to me that it was akin to watching a presentation on how to write. I already know this. My interest and ability to stay awake quickly drained.
Not too bed, I can recover from this- Oh, wait, no, my younger sister was having a bad day and was determined to push all my buttons after the event was over. Her heart is in the right place in trying to help me out, but her thoughts on how to help somebody lay somewhere between dangerously incompetent and sadistic. When somebodies problem is motivation you don't try to help them by not helping them and being forceful about it, nor do you constantly point out their faults to try and have them address them. That only works in very specific situations for specific people. All it does to me is make me even less motivated to do anything at all.
And what do you know, all that nerve and good feeling I had worked up had died. Another event coming home after only sheepishly greeting people for social contact. Great.