1/7/19
Is it weird I am perfectly content not socializing or exploring?
It’s an odd transformation; when I first got into Kentucky, I made lists upon lists of where to go, things to check out, bourbon distillery’s, famous parks, etc. But as time went on, the motivation ceased. I haven’t been to one distillery, and I think I’ve hiked twice this whole time.
In my defense, I now exist at a time nothing is open. Sure, I could go taste bourbon, but it’s like drinking at 5 am for me. I sleep generally around 7am-3pm, and in Frankfort everything closes around 5. Another note, it has been freezing rain lately. So motivation to be outdoors are slim to none.
I cant get over how it’s just odd that I’ve completely lost any interest to see my surroundings. Or other people for that matter. As if I’ve adopted my little truck bed life for me and only me and that’s all I want.
I know I’ll regret it. Not exploring, not making relationships with people, just being a hermit. But it’s just so easy this way.
