Try driving with your drunk brother constantly trying to put the car on neutral on the highway. This is basically a factual and a good metaphorical way to describe how these last few days have been for me. A constant effort not to go on neutral.
My unwillingness to make choices is in a way zen-like, whatever happens happens, but in general, it's just so unmotivating. The problem is that to make a choice, you generally need at least one motivation, and having none, I never know where to start, what to do next. At this moment, the metaphorical incarnation of my drunk brother has just put the car on neutral while I had my right hand on the wheel and the other hand putting on the flasher. I'm going on neutral, slowing down gradually. Paradoxically feeling the road slipping away from underneath my wheels. I'm not really in control.
That metaphor sucks. Good day.
But...
I said good day.
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