When The Funk Hits The Fan

I’m in a funk. Been in a funk for awhile now. No, I’m not depressed - at least not in the medical sense. Just a funk. You’ve been there before. Maybe you’re in a funk right now, too. It happens. Funk hits. Sometimes a grand funk hits. My current funk is quite grand.

Loneliness is my primary funk.

I’m not unhappy. But I’m not happy either.

I’m not miserable. But I’m not not miserable either.

That’s the funk. That in between state where you’re not good, or bad. A funk leans more toward bad for sure. It can be a passing funk that just sweeps over you, then blows away. Or, like my current funk, it can hit you in the head with the full force of a category 5 hurricane. The sun doesn’t shine. The clouds don’t part. Darkness, even despair, looms large and stretches across the horizons of your life. The temptation is to embrace it. Resist. It’s not healthy to embrace funk.

I’ve been resisting - or trying to resist - for about a month now. It’s not getting easier. It’s just plain tiring. So today, I’m weary.

Weary of ridiculous people with petty gripes. Weary of power hungry people who insist on having their way about everything. Weary of being the slave to the passions, delights and desires of others. Weary of not chasing my own passions. Just plain weary.

I’m weary of loneliness created by the busyness that is life. We’re all so busy checking email, surfing the net, doing stuff - that connectivity often goes missing. This cycle has been in place in my life for about a month now. It’s exhausting to be lonely. Come to think of it, it does make me unhappy.

Funk happens.

And it shall pass. I hope sooner than later.

Funk is like Texas weather - difficult to predict. You just have to wait long enough for it to change.