Day 175: The Pointy End of The Stick

What, with the supermoon pulling at our personal tides, and weigh-in day being the same day as what I have recently termed 'Shi(f)t Day', I didn't even bother going into the same room as the scales. With common recurrence, the last day of my days off are becoming a serious day of the blues. Irrational meltdowns, sob-for-no-reason type of blues. I don't hate my job as such. I hate the alarm going at five am. But I just feel that my job gets in the way of actually doing things I would rather be doing. And when I am not at work, my sleeping is so upside down because of it that I get in a faffle and don't do anything anyway. And then, when you're feeling 'sensitive', it's a bit difficult to work out what it is you actually want to 'do' anyway. So it all feels a bit pointless. Anyone know what the point is?

Irene               List_Addict
That is a dangerous question to ask. Thanks all the same, but a religious answer won't really do it for me. I'm happy with a grow-breed-die answer—but it's not cheery or liable to help me feel pointed (especially seeing as I missed, not regretably for me, the whole breed step). I am usually happy with the 'it's all absurd' answer, but not when I am feeling pointless because absurdity doesn't help that. It's a 'two vagues don't make a point' kind of thing. And knowing that no-one else's lives are pointy isn't making me feel any better. Some people have points. Or seem to. Don't they? On second thoughts, leave it. I don't want to have to delve too philosophically deep into my psyche at the moment. I'll just go back and see if I have any more Candy Crush Saga lives yet.

The Outfit Dress: Modcloth Cardigan: Op-shopped Leggings: Black Milk Necklace: CCJJSS Shoes: Irregular Choice

Photographer de Jour: V——

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