Cabin Fever

Ever had real cabin fever?

The feeling of strong boredom that zaps every energetic bead out of your system.

The feeling of suffocation while in your own space, even when it's clean. So you leave.

But the place you leave to has the same effect. You don't want to be there.

You want to be at home -- the very place you tried escaping from ten minutes ago.

Because you're bored and too caught up in being bored that you can't do anything about it.

Your favorite activities are so tired and worn out, they seem monotonous when you do them.

You turn to things you've always wanted to do, but never really made it a priority.

But after the first few days, you lose focus, because those become monotonous too.

You turn irritable, exhausted, constantly wanting to sleep, subconsciously wanting to  kill time by being unconscious.

You covet new activities, and fill time by purchasing new equipment for such things. A new treadmill for your awesome workout regime, a new kindle for the library you've downloaded, a puppy to keep you company.

But these things soon fall into the large pile of failed interests stuck in the corner of the garage or the back of your closet.

The puppy becomes another burden, just another thing to entertain when you can't even entertain yourself, another mouth to feed, when you can barely summon the energy to heat up some ramen in the microwave.

Cabin fever, my friends, is a bitch.