Lately, I've been thinking about maybe I should try reengaging in life a bit. It's been a pretty craptastic half a year as any of you reading along would know. During that time, I continued the general pullback in my life until I fit the stereotypical description of a hikikomori. I end up leaving the house so infrequently I sometimes wonder if I should sign up for one of those biosphere experiments where they lock you up in an enclosed environment for years at a time. It's not like I had a rocking social life before this past year, but at the least I would trek out to the Bills' game days at the Panera or the occasional BG meetup. I can't even remember the last time I went to either. About the only thing I did still do was go to Brian's place for poker every once and a while, and only then because he would actually call and invite me. If it were something based solely on inertia, god knows I would have dropped it too.
It really seems like a cruel farce sometimes that some people who so love life have it stripped from them against their will while others bear each day like a burden. It's enough to wish that you could actually transfer lifeforce and gift it to others. Though, I imagine if that could be accomplished we'd have billionaires who lived forever feasting on the corpses of the poor and depressed. Oh well.