Photo by LS Monocicio.
I've been very detached lately. Low energy.I do suffer a little seasonal depression in January and February.
However, this time I perceive a little generational perspective.
"Been there, done that."
"Nothing new under the sun."
I've cycled through a number of obsessions. I've been passionate about a lot of things. Everything seems to be a repetition of something I've already experienced. I don't have any drive.
This is probably a first world problem, or a landed gentry 19th Century problem. For this reason, I'm thinking of a word that reached its peak in the era of drawing rooms and salons:
Ennui -- from the same origin as "annoyed."
Both words are condensed from a phrase:
mihi in odio est
You might see the root for "odious" there. Loosely translated, it means "It's distasteful to me."
Listless, languid, restless, bored.
I'm hoping spring snaps me out of this condition. I certainly don't wish that tragedy does.
In the meantime, here is one of the neologisms from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. I applaud the John Koenig for creating new words for complex feelings.
