12 May 2017

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I had, rather na├»vely, thought that the level of stress/headcrashyness that was going on during the run-up to Beltane might ease off once it was over. Insert “oh, you sweet summer child” here.

I’ve actually had a total of three evenings free since the 26th of April. Looking at it, I won’t have a fourth until the 16th of this month.

People write a bunch of shitty articles about the differences between introverts and extroverts. Like so many of these articles (e.g. ‘why smart people aren’t happy’1), it’s bullshit. A horoscope-like selection of personality traits so that people can feel justified claiming a label that they’ve already decided applies to them. The only material2 difference between introverts and extroverts is that introverts are energised by spending time alone, while extroverts are energised by spending time around people.

I am not an extrovert.

My motivation has been fucked over the past few days, which should come as no surprise. I’m having a harder and harder time focusing on anything. To quote the youth of today: I can’t even. When I have a rare free evening I’ve been coming home and hiding on the couch watching crap on Netflix rather than doing anything, relying on takeaway because I don’t have the energy to cook. So if you’re wondering why I’m flaking out on things—why I haven’t put anything new up on the food blog, why other things are taking longer than they should—that’s the reason.

In posting this, I am not looking for sympathy. It’s just an explanation for why I’ve been a bit shit recently.


  1. ‘Smart’ indeed. It doesn’t take an IQ of 147 to realise that IQ is a biased measure of a fraction of what Western society deems “intelligence”, but apparently it helps. 

  2. pron. “reductive to the point of borderline useless”