I've been bereft of motivation, in a haze since returning from the NT. Politics, housing and career all leave me unable to make decisions and motivated to do nothing more than turn up to work when necessary, go for long walks with beloved, and read magazines.
What's to say about politics? It seems worthless. There isn't a role for 'exposing' impropriety in government dealings, it's all out there, nobody cares less. If Watergate happened in Howard's Australia not only would the offending minister be safe in their job, it probably wouldn't even dent their approval rating. Every rightwing commentator has been proven wrong twice over on Iraq, but each time they shift the posts and keep pottering on as if no, they really didn't support the war because of non-existant WMDs and no, they never really expected Iraq to settle into peaceful democracy and, well, it's all still for the greater good.
At least one significant theorist has abandoned the neocon illiterotards.
Labor will change nothing fast and Beazley is obviously intended to be a caretaker until the next election is lost and some messiah has dropped from the clouds to save it. The Greens and Democrats have both been firmly told that they are irrelevant by the electorate, but both continue to mosey along rather than reinvent themselves as anything credible.
Houses in our area have started to sell for an average of 25% above their listed price, and most passable places are now creeping over the half million mark. I feel like buying a caravan and pissing off into hermithood.
And career, well, I've got no options and several. I have 3 potential leads which lead in 3 completely different directions. How different? Try journalism, policy, and courtroom lawyering. I have to consider them because I'm only on a rolling short-term contract here, but I know if I set my heart on one then I won't get it anyway. So I wait, see if anyone's interested before I make a decision as to whether I'd go for it.
I know it's a pathetic latte swaffing wanker of a whinge. Life could be a hell of a lot worse. But it's the sense of having no control over any of these things that affect you so profoundly that is most depressing.
Normal posting about to resume, I hope you are all well. Feel free to whinge about pathetic things that get you down and drain your motivation...
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