The solution for this is in the movie itself: take up a new hobby, improve on it as far as you can, make each same-y day worth being lived, add to your routine and your skill set
It doesn’t have to be. Every morning do one push up, and one push up only. After 20 days, up it to two push ups.
Even better, do 50 wall pushups. A lot of people can’t do 1 proper pushup. Start on the wall, and go until your muscles feel it. Move your feet further from the wall every day. Then move to a set of stairs or a counter. Do sets of 50, and you’ll feel your muscles aching, which means they are growing. With steps, you can go down one step every day, or every week. You don’t want to hurt yourself. But if you keep doing sets of 50, you’ll work out the joints and tendons and supporting structures that keep you from hurting yourself doing one regular push up.
Been doing that for a few years now. Pretty soon all those hobbies just become more of the same background noise. I have nothing more to show for life, but I do have a lot of expensive clutter and knowledge that no one wants me to share.
I think hobbies by itself isn’t the right advice. Practicing chess, photography, or guitar alone in your house isn’t going to feel less monotonous. The next step is to join a chess club, organize a photo walk, find some people to jam on the guitar with. There’s always new things to explore within hobbies when other people are involved.
It’s starting to. I think for me at least it’s because I’m missing checkpoints in life. Every year used to be its own well-defined column of paint on a canvas but ever since I started working, the last few columns have felt like one giant smear.
I don’t like where I’ve ended up so been trying to make my own goals and hobbies but it takes so much more effort than when most goals were planned for you in school. Perhaps something to add to the New Year’s resolutions…
Assuming you don’t have any mental health issues make sure you make every day worth living.
If you do have mental health issues you should probably get that looked at by a professional.
If you feel like life is a drag, and you dislike it, change it.
Try a new sport, build that hobby project you’ve always wanted, buy a motorcycle, plan a boardgame night with friends family, try that fetish you’ve been eyeing your whole life.
Don’t be a passenger in your own life.
Ever since the 2020 lockdown professional help has been impacted, with few openings available.
This sucks especially for those of us with more chronic issues (I was showing signs at seven years old) because finding a patient-therapist fit is a process. A lot of patients need specific care, and the professional sector is not as… well… professional enough to treat without letting their own opinions get in the way. So it sucks to discover your psychiatrist is anti-gay when you are as gay as an opera in Paris.
There’s also the matter that US insurance only covers short term mental health care at best, like ten sessions when it takes at least a few years (so 200 sessions) to affect significant change, or get enough symptom management skills to not feel like making a public mess every goddamn day.
So, while it’d be super keen if all of us truly gone fishing types were able to get comprehensive care with a psychiatrist who cares and a psychotherapist who actually gets us and isn’t trying to surrepititiously push Southern Baptism Jesus on her patients, this is far, far, far from a realistic goal for anyone in the near future, unless they have rich benefactors.
And the problem with rich benefactors is they are easily swayed to toss their gay-as-love-letters-in-the-1890s relative into an illegal conversion therapy work camp.
My life has been falling apart. Divorce, unemployment, dying pets, friendships falling off, fights with relatives. There are new disasters every year so it never feels stale.
I can relate to this. My career and my home life has fallen apart this year, after finally thinking I was pretty secure in life. I’m getting ready to (probably) end up homeless again, lose my 450k house, lose my kids. But hey sometimes you just gotta bite the bullet and roll with it, at least I won’t have this crushing weight of drama on my shoulders anymore!
I hope you figure out how to live more easily as well… life is too short to spend it stressed & depressed!
That’s how years work.
