Distractions.

I've been watching a lot of The Simpsons as of late (for those of you who know me, that means I'm actually busting out my seasons on DVD more than once a week). I came across this great exchange:

WOMAN: Did something crawl down your throat and die?

BARNEY: It didn't die.

Not funny to you. HI-larious to me.

The increased frequency has mostly been as a distraction to take my mind off of all of the crummy, sucktastic things that have been going on. Put another way, it's hard for me to think about things and live inside my own head (which I also do a lot), when I can become completely enthralled in Season 4 and 5 (perhaps the two best seasons) of The Simpsons. Add to that a dash of "my-website-still-doesn't-fucking-work-and-I-don't-know-why" and the fact that my brother recently got Rockband for the Wii, and I'm in distraction Heaven. In fact, it's almost like all of the crummy, sucktastic things have gone away.

Except they haven't.

But that's not the point. The point is that I can't seem to get things done because when I try to do creative work (portfolio, web show, writing and drawing in general) I can work for about a half-hour before I get pulled back into the vortex of suckitude. And then my brain is rendered useless as all I can think about are the crummy, sucktastic things. Which in itself perpetuates the problem, because part of what is so shitty is that I STILL don't have a job-worthy portfolio and thus must still work in retail. But I can't focus because unlike most people, I can't compartmentalize my mind and stow away what I'm feeling. Well, maybe if my full-time job was as a copywriter working in advertising, I'd be able to forget the personal life stuff and lose myself in my work. But that's not the case. The most intellectually challenging thing I face at work is figuring out the best way to not yell at a customer.

What importance does this have in the grand scheme of things? Nothing. This is totally and completely a woe-is-me post. Hopefully in a few minutes I'll feel better.