7th May
A fairly nondescript day off work. Mostly football again, mostly end of season heartbreak again (with apologies to Blackburn fans). In other news, Emmanuel Macron has triumphed over far right bellend
Marine Le Pen in the French election. This may prove scant consolation
to those of us unhappy with the direction the Western world has moved
in, but I'll take it for now.
I've still got post Mach Fest blues and still thinking about what I might do next. I am continuing to wear my tatty festival wristband as part of my stubborn refusal to move on. I think for certainly the past couple of months, I've been focusing on the deadline of my Mach Fest show and trying to put on a show worthy of inclusion at a comedy festival of considerable stature.
It has been a welcome distraction. With that out of the way, in the past few days my negative thoughts have returned to the fore. Or certain specific longstanding negative thoughts have returned. Negative thoughts don't ever really go away, it's more a case of management. I have several glaring problems that stand between me and the hope of ever living a life full of happiness and contentment. I feel that I am no closer to resolving those problems than I was five or ten years ago. The mental state where I'm most happy, or perhaps least sad, requires a considerable amount of denial.
In the short term, I have a retake a week on Tuesday and two days of Frank Turner's "Lost Evenings" festival at the Roundhouse to attend so I'll try to focus on those.
I've still got post Mach Fest blues and still thinking about what I might do next. I am continuing to wear my tatty festival wristband as part of my stubborn refusal to move on. I think for certainly the past couple of months, I've been focusing on the deadline of my Mach Fest show and trying to put on a show worthy of inclusion at a comedy festival of considerable stature.
It has been a welcome distraction. With that out of the way, in the past few days my negative thoughts have returned to the fore. Or certain specific longstanding negative thoughts have returned. Negative thoughts don't ever really go away, it's more a case of management. I have several glaring problems that stand between me and the hope of ever living a life full of happiness and contentment. I feel that I am no closer to resolving those problems than I was five or ten years ago. The mental state where I'm most happy, or perhaps least sad, requires a considerable amount of denial.
In the short term, I have a retake a week on Tuesday and two days of Frank Turner's "Lost Evenings" festival at the Roundhouse to attend so I'll try to focus on those.
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