Daily Archives: June 26, 2012

Anxious

So I’ve been feeling anxious lately. Unable to concentrate…or write. Thus not much blogging. I’ve been crafting (for the Mermaid Parade) and working out, sitting in the sun (building my base for Burning Man) and watching crap TV, going to bed early and playing way too much Sudoku and Words with Friends. To the point of obsession. Weird, I know. I’ve also been surprisingly sober. Not completely so but more so than…usual. In preparation, perhaps, for the impending enforced alcoholism.

Though there are aspects of my coming committment that I’m excited about — the work, my crew, the physical space with all its accompanying wide-open sky — there are also aspects I am not looking forward to. It is, in many ways, a false reality. A world where no cash changes hands, where a disciplined schedule is imposed upon me, where everyone lives and breathes a camaraderie that becomes tenuous in the “off season.”

Here in Reality Camp, I have a dependable circle of friends who I’ve known for much longer, who are there for me regardless of the season, who are as much my friends in July as they are in January. I’m also loving my Reality Camp job. Bartending is awesome. I enjoy the routine of opening up: slicing the fruit, turning on all the lights, filling the bins with ice. And balancing the routine is the unpredictability that working in a bar offers; you never know who will walk through the door or how the day will unfold. It has been great finally feeling self-sufficient. So when someone recently asked me what it’s like to “just reestablish yourself and your life and then go away again” it made me think, what the hell am I doing?

I’ve also been feeling bummed out about being so seemingly permanently single…and sexless. It’s one thing to be single, but sexless? It isn’t as easy to get drunk and pick up on someone in a bar as a 50-something as it was when I was 40-, 30- or 20-something. Guys don’t even talk to me anymore. Ugh. It has been very difficult to adjust to this new “invisible” ness, even though it may not appear that I am invisible. I’m sure it appears to outsiders that my life is exactly the same as it’s always been. Which isn’t the case. I’ve been reluctant to blog about it because I feel like admitting these frailties in such a public forum will just make readers out there feel smug in their non-me-ness. It is my lot in life to have so many younger friends who think I’m just being whiny.
In addition to all of this is my inability to dig into my book project. Obviously my looming departure is playing into it. But why is it that I find myself obsessing over games on my iPhone when I could be (should be) writing? DOING SOMETHING WITH MY FUCKING TIME?!?!? Ugh. I can’t believe it’s almost July.