#oneaday Day 241: So very tired

I don't really understand what is happening in the United States right now, but it seems… worrying. And it's just one of many things going on in the world right now that is just leaving me feeling completely and utterly exhausted, wondering how the world went so very, very wrong, and how on Earth we can drag ourselves out of this pit we appear to have willingly dug ourselves into.

You've got an unelected billionaire apparently being given free rein to gut the actually useful bits of the U.S. government, ostensibly in service to his senile God-Emperor, whose answer to anyone disagreeing with him is to impose 25% tariffs on them. You've got the scourge of generative AI perpetually over… everything, and seemingly more and more people taking the defeatist attitude that "the genie is out of the bottle" (that's the exact phrase they all use) rather than actually making a principled stand against it. You've got the gradual decline in usefulness of everything on the Internet, and the concurrent decline in behaviour from people who feel emboldened to just be a shithead at every opportunity. And you've got just… the general struggle to exist in the world of today.

Some of these things, like whatever the fuck Elon Musk is up to right now, are well out of my control, and probably will not affect me, personally, directly — at least not immediately, anyway. But I can't help but worry. I have friends and family in the United States, and what is going down right now makes me feel quite afraid for them. I know there's nothing I can do, but that doesn't stop me worrying.

Some of these things, like generative AI, may well be a "genie out of the bottle" moment, but I've read enough well-considered criticism (and outright condemnation) of generative AI to know that in its present form, I want no part of it, and seeing people I know and respect involved with it gives me a significant amount of pause. In this instance, I can do something; I can not use it, and I can endure those who would brand me a "Luddite" for feeling that way. Frankly I'd rather keep my integrity and my ability to think for myself than stand alongside the odious techbros who have had Silicon Valley in their grasp for years now.

Likewise, in terms of the Internet, I can do my best to stay out of places that I know will be counter-productive to my mental health — except I can't really, because I have to Do The Social Media for work — and, at the very least, try to be as decent a person I can, as much as I can.

As for the struggle that is existence… well, I've been through personal struggles far worse than this before, and my own life has been in a far worse place than it is right now. So I should probably be grateful for what I do have, and how long I have been able to enjoy a relatively stable existence in my own little bubble.

So why, then, do I want to burst into tears rather than getting out of bed every morning? Why am I sitting here feeling as bad as I've ever felt? Why can I not just "switch off" from the Bad Things that, we've established, have little to do with my day-to-day life?

I don't know. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this post.


Want to read my thoughts on various video games, visual novels and other popular culture things? Stop by MoeGamer.net, my site for all things fun where I am generally a lot more cheerful. And if you fancy watching some vids on classic games, drop by my YouTube channel.

If you want this nonsense in your inbox every day, please feel free to subscribe via email. Your email address won't be used for anything else.

1595: Other Side Up

A sense of low self-worth tends to coincide, oddly enough, with those times in your life when things aren't going all that well. The time when your actual worth is lower than it could be, in other words.

I'm going through one of those phases right now, and it sucks. There's only so much I can do about it in the short-term, though. But there are probably at least a few things I can do, starting with outlining all the things that are causing me stress, anxiety and depression right now. This isn't for the benefit of any of you kind enough to read my self-indulgent ramblings: I'm simply hoping it will prove to be something of a cathartic exercise, or something.

Okay. Number one on the list of Things That Are Getting Me Down is the lack of job. I still technically have a job until the end of June, of course, but after that I'm on my own. Far from making me feel relaxed, though, I just feel incredibly awkward about the whole situation. I've pretty much been cut off from the rest of the staff — partially voluntarily, since I didn't really trust myself to contribute meaningfully to staff meetings when at risk of bursting into tears at any moment — and am being largely left to my own devices. With the site's shift in editorial direction, I don't have to worry about news stories, either, so that takes a bit of pressure off, but it's still a bit of a weird situation.

The main thing causing anxiety in this instance is the fact that I don't yet know what I'm going to be doing after the deadline of the end of June is up. I have a few applications in, but I've only heard from one so far, and that was a rejection. I have some more positions I need to apply for, but I also have to contemplate the possibility that I might not get any of those, which might leave me in a position where there doesn't appear to be anything worth applying for. What do I do then? Aim lower? That doesn't sound right, but it might be the only option.

My issue, as I've pondered on these pages once or twice in the past, is convincing employers that the work I've done for the past few years is directly relevant to something that is… well, not directly related. I am good at writing about video games. I am good at writing in general. However, I worry that there's still a certain amount of "stigma" around professional games journalism, like it's not a "real job" and that, when attempting to apply for a position at a "real" company, I'll be judged negatively for the hard work I've put in over the last few years.

This is an irrational and probably completely incorrect assumption, of course, but as I said, I'm simply spouting off the things that are causing me anxiety right now.

Unrelated to the work issue is the fact that I'm just generally feeling pretty shitty about myself at the moment, particularly with regard to my body image. I'm painfully aware that I've put on loads of weight over the last few years, and I can't shift it. When I get depressed, I often turn to comfort eating, and it's a difficult habit to break. Right now, I'm making a conscious effort to try and eat more healthy things wherever possible, but sometimes you just want a chocolate bar or a cookie.

I can feel the additional weight translating into unfitness, too. I get breathless, my legs ache and creak, and I feel crappy most of the time. I need to get up, about and being active again, but I know that for a good while after I start doing it, it's going to hurt. It's going to be difficult, I'm going to be gasping for breath and I'm going to feel like I'm not making any progress. And the prospect of that is putting me off doing it in the first place — which, of course, is making me feel worse about myself.

I think I need to try and ease myself back in with something reasonably "easy" like swimming, and later graduate back to the gym and running and the like when I've built a bit of strength back up. I feel like a useless lump at the moment, so I don't know how long that is going to take, but I feel like I probably should start on this sooner rather than later. This week, perhaps; I already joined the gym in town shortly before we moved, so I just need to try and get into some good habits, getting up early and going in the morning.

If I can stick to that, that solves part of my semi-conscious objections to indulging in regular exercise and the like. My main issues are that I get too ambitious too quickly — deciding I'll go to the gym every day every week, for example — and then lose motivation quickly, and also that I feel like taking time to do exercise is time that I'd rather spend doing literally anything else. I don't really enjoy exercising while I'm in the state I'm in at the moment; it's demoralising, embarrassing and painful. I need to work through that pain, somehow.

All of the above, then, is conspiring to make me feel monumentally crap. I wish I could say that I knew things were going to be okay, and I have plenty I should be grateful right now — not least of which is the fact that Andie and I now own our own house, and with a little more work on it, it will be very much how we want it. But there are more immediate concerns weighing on my mind before I really feel like I can relax and enjoy that, and I need to figure out how to address those sooner rather than later.