I feel rather empty, if that is a possible thing. Or perhaps it is not emptiness. No it isn't, come to think of it.
I am stressed, over-worrying, anxious, nervous, whatever. Assignments to do, and I planned to utilise the day off to take a big chunk out of them. Laziness overcame that idea.
Rationality holds that I have more than enough time to complete the assignments before they are due, but panic seizes my mind, locks it, freezes it.
Thus it is a sort of emptiness I feel, every possible action or thought pails in comparison to the stress. It is the emptiness of blinding light, not that of complete darkness. Nothing seems worthwhile, it all seems so useless, even sleep. There remains only the desire to escape all this, go back to being a child, crawl into my mother's lap and sleep protected from the harsh outside world.
My mind knows only two options with this: either ignore everything and become apathetic to it all, or dwell on the panic. Eventually, with enough apathy, the panic will weaken and then I may act or I may be lazy once more.
I wish I had a little more willpower so that I would actually do my work before I am forced to by the bayonets of stress.
Anyway, my day, as silly as it was. The only things of note were that I watched
Before Sunset (which was literally a 70 minute conversation between two people), and went to the Unisfa screening of
Equilibrium. The later, I thought, provoked questions as to what exactly is a feeling. Are not faith and duty feelings? Without feelings/emotions I would think that one would encounter a nominalistic paralysis of action. A state of conformism requires one to feel that it is good and right to conform, or else to fear the consequences of being different. That is my opinion in any case.
Current Music: Satie - Gnossiennes