Doctor, can you give me something
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For the restlessness?
Itís not that I canít sit still
Itís just that every so often
This gnawing feeling overtakes me.
I want something
But I canít figure out where to find it
Or even what it is.
I keep thinking that if I
Find the right job or
Start the right hobby or
Buy the right stuff or
Stop buying so damn much stuff and
Save enough money in the bank,
This feeling will go away.
Sometimes it does for a while,
But it always comes back.
I surf the Internet for hours
Thinking it must be out there somewhere.
If I only knew the correct search term
I could Google this feeling away.
I give up and go to bed
And still I click from channel to channel
On the cable.
Maybe itís on one of those channels
Way up in the three-digit range.
I fall asleep with Letterman on
Itís worst on Saturdays.
I donít have to go to work
And have no established ritual
To box in the infinite possibilities
Of my day and my life.
I shuffle papers Ė
Household bills that have been paid
But must be filed,
Prospecti for retirement savings mutual funds Ė
Or I just putter around in my pajamas
Sipping instant "international" coffee,
Thinking, "What now?"
I know this condition isnít serious Ė
Not even as serious as toenail fungus Ė
But I figured one of the big drug companies
Must have come up with something for it.
I really would prefer something
Without a lot of nasty side effects.
Iíd just as soon not destroy my liver
In the process.
But it would be nice,
Once in a while, when this feeling creeps back,
To finally be able to
Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana. - Groucho Marx