screw t-mobile, buying shit and all these real world shit. I ain’t gonna waste time on that shit than is necessary.
So where I am on stuff? my guitar skills are slowly improving but my practise seesions are incredibly unstructured and inefficient. No progress on android programming though there is this illusion of it becoming simpler. Depression has been stifled for the moment. My ‘immature’ social wants, that stem from expecting magical/unexpected/things that are not to be expected, have been suppressed. My mind isn’t sharp but it doesn’t feel sick. It is in fact incredibly blunt. Note to self: establish a proper morning routine.
Giving fucks to stuff is a new and apparently depressing thing. it is not depressing in itself (nothing wrong with giving a fuck) but rather the processing of my situation as compared to others (why the fuck am I comparing again? I wish it was just to ensure that I am being as optimal as I can be and that I approach such comparisons in an emotionless/rational kind of way BUT it turns out I get jealous really quickly and wish some aspects of my past life or my DNA be changed. The assumption here is that they can’t be changed and I really don’t want to think about the case in which they can. But I guess I will sometime. Of course, my depression runs deeper than that (or so i’d like to (still like to) think). The notion of mortal life and its associated pointlessness (the mortal modifier is not relevant in this association) is tiring at times.
Have I made progress? yes. Is it enough? never (more of I’ll-never-be-able-to-use-potential-completely rather than an unquenchable thirst for evermore progress; at least for now) . Does it make me happy? a bit.
Will I ever stop being depressed?
I don’t want this to just be a place to rant. I guess I’ll start using this medium as place for me collate and understand stuff. Can’t build shit if I keep forgetting integral portions of it.