It seems like I’ve been going through cycles ever since being unleashed into the world on my own. One phase is what I like to call Super Villain Iris, where I get everything done plus some, I have fantastically profound thoughts, I’m in a good mood, and I almost maybe kind of enjoy being around people a teeny bit.
Then, there is Loaf of Bread Iris. She is the one writing this right now. Hi. It’s noon on a Tuesday, and I’m sitting on my couch with no pants on watching YouTube with a full cup of coffee next to me because I can’t even be bothered to drink it. Loaf of Bread Iris doesn’t want to do anything. She just wants to sit, and she doesn’t even really want to sit, but it’s the one thing that she hates the idea of doing the least. I hate dragging myself out of bed regardless of how late it is. When I’m finally out of bed, I just sit and sit. If I have any responsibility that day, I dread it all day, and when I get home, I feel so exhausted, all I can do is just sit and read or TV and mope.
This is a different phase from the ones I go through when my depression gets bad. I thankfully haven’t had one of those in a while. This one is just extreme laziness and apathy.
It’s really taking a lot of effort just to write this right now. I want you all to know that I’m really trying. For you. I said I’d post something once a week and this is my something in an attempt to stay true to my word. Next week, maybe Super Villain Iris will be back with something more substantial to say.
Do you ever feel like a loaf of bread? Do you feel like one now? Comment to share your apathy. Or just nod in agreement because it’s less effort.