These days, I find that I don’t feel passionate about life. And even with my relationship with Steve, I find that I’m holding back a bit.
I hate feeling this way.
This afternoon, my friends and I had a Christmas/pool party. There was a karaoke machine so we ended up singing the afternoon away. I wanted to spend the whole time singing but after a few songs, I started to feel sad. I could hear my voice and I realized how dead I sounded.
I’m missing something. Damn it.
I”m really troubled because I don’t feel passion in my life anymore. And it shows. I see it in my eyes and in the way I sound when I talk and sing. It sickens me because I feel like I’m alive but not living.
I used to be so passionate.
I remember being so passionate about being thin. I didn’t eat anything. And when I did, I just threw it all up. I would then exercise compulsively even when I felt lightheaded from not eating anything. For days, I would only eat 500 calories or less. Yes, I would spend lots of time counting calories. It was something that I just felt so strongly about. My exercise usually was Taebo in the morning and Pilates in the afternoon after classes. I cultivated my self-disgust and hatred.
I also remember being so passionate about being depressed. I wanted help but when it was given to me, I shied away from the offer. I started taking anti-depressants but stopped since they weren’t really working for me. But I really liked feeling depressed and isolated from the world. I worked really hard to keep it that way.
I was passionate about swimming, and the flute, and computers, and learning to use Photoshop. I was really into graphic design for my own pages, however crappy they turned out to be. I was a very passionate house cleaner; I was very OC about the whole thing. I was passionate about anime. I was really into music. I was a very good joke teller even if most of my jokes were bad ones. I read a lot and wrote a lot.
But now…. Damn it. Now, I don’t feel anything for anything. There must be something I’m willing to invest my whole self in.
I just gotta find it.
Filed under: To Be Sorted | Tagged: loss, passion, unpassionate

Hope you find that thing which you would love doing.
Nice post.
Thank you. Now, I’m into jewelry making and sewing random stuff. And reading. I’m into reading again.