I'm racked with indecision, and I hate myself for it.
When I'm playing my 3DS, I have tons of games to play, and with Netflix I have hundreds of movies and shows to watch on it, but recently I can't bring myself to play any of them or watch anything new, I'll just boot up the Youtube App and watch things I've already watched a hundreds of times over. Even the games I supposedly 'really like' just seem really intimidating and scary, and I just want to lose myself in the comfort of nostalgic things.
I just dropped something like 700 bucks on all these new computer parts to build this gaming rig I've "told myself" I've been wanting for a long time now. When I finish making the purchases, I'm filled with anxiety. When I think of what I'll do once it's actually fully built, I can't think of any games I even want to play. I'm starting to think maybe it was a mistake, with it's only redeeming feature being that I finally have something to build, as it's been years since I've actually built something with my own hands, and that's 'possibly' interesting.
Near every day now, I'm just trapped thinking about whatever little romance I've experienced. In my head, all the details blur together, and it's a fast little montage of insignificant success. Despite my loneliness that chews away at my well-being every day, I'm so hesitant to go out looking for love, or flirt with the odd cute girl that I manage to speak with, or even go to Okcupid that I have an account on. Every remotely attractive girl is the same mixture of seemingly unapproachable + uncertainty of even wanting companionship + potential of being THE landmine that sinks my self-esteem for good. I've just retreated back into the socially-enclosed shell that I had inhabited at the beginning of 2013, and it's just as uncomfortable now as it was then.
I can possibly see a new Shrink tomorrow. But by new shrink, I mean Old Shrink, the one who counseled me in my High School days. I knew simply too well how hard, and how long I've spent just forgetting those virulently nightmarish days, and I'm not sure, just not sure if I want to revisit the person who knows me from those days, just to tell him how little I've grown, how my life since he had last seen me more then 6 years ago has essentially been one giant waste of life, a failure of creation for sure. I don't know if I want to go with it, but I don't want to just sit here waiting forever.
Cause that what things seem to be boiling down to alot nowadays. Just waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting. I'm just wait myself to old age, then death, and it'll be like nothing's ever happened. That's what it seems like, for sure.