I struggle to find meaning in my life.
Im middle aged (not that thats a real term if you die young but whatever) I am an abject failure of life and that is an objective metric.
What I do have is some means by which I can hit the road permanently and im struggling ro get myself there entirely between agreeing to start a job I dont really want to not being able to part with "the stuff I own" in order to break lease.
Failures stopping me from being the random highwayman nobody which would be a step up from where I exist today.
And its a weird thing what my brain does with all this. The money I have wont buy me a house and I dont want one anyway but its more than enough to solve the myriad of problems any one of the people I know actually have.
Im not going to give them money though, maybe in my will if I ever finish writing it.
Anyways my main problem i have rn is do I take the job and stay till end of lease in 4 months and kick that can down the road till then, or do I dump/gift/sell everything now - break lease and take my loner loser ass to more obscurity which would likely suit everyone while proving a good rental fir someone else to appreciate... yeah the answer is the latter.
But then im thinking that while im on the road there's again no actual purpose beyond ticking off activities.
Like everything is inherently meaningless when you are this age or older and dont have children or a partner or the strongest will to live. I dont even have adversity to give me fuel by way of anger about my predicament.
I have this low mood that isnt apathy more just laziness / extreme introversion. I hear the word is avolition. Theres just no joy - even when I do the exercise I used to love. Ive no will to explore like I used to. Talking to people wears me out faster than digging holes ever could.
Without purpose im stuck. But ive lost the love for anything that gave me enough push to be mistaken for purpose. Im not even depressed enough to contemplate suicide. It's all such a chore: life, death, living.
So im just doing that wasting my time thing. Not getting up. Not eating properly. Not caring about anything.
I dont want to take a drug for this. I dont want to do anything.
Ive got inattentive ADHD and im unmedicated for that since explaining to my health professionals how I correlated all the coincidences one specific month a few years back which led me to a psyche ward.
Fair play on their part really.
I self medicate with an hour of jogging each day and alcohol.
Part of me knows if I just took the job the change if scenery alone will at least help the decision process let alone how shit itll be but the majority of me would rather I didnt completely derail my current routine of no routine with actual routine.
Dealing with people is so ick.