Scrooge isn't very motivated in this paragraph. Jacob Marley has just departed, and Scrooge is exhausted. He's had the crap scared out of him. He's been told he's going to be condemned to an eternity of endless wandering and suffering. He doesn't have a whole lot of motivation left. He can't even get undressed, sort of tumbling into bed without even a last trip to the chamber pot.
This morning, I understand Scrooge's lack of enthusiasm. I don't really feel like sitting down at the keyboard. I have no real thoughts or insights to share, although that has never stopped me before. I could just go back to bed and fall asleep upon the instant, without kicking off my shoes or draining my bladder. I simply don't have much motivation.
I'm reminded of a Bette Midler comedy routine where she plays the most unmotivated person in the world. She goes through a list of normal, daily routines, like washing hair, brushing teeth, washing dishes, and ends each item on the list with the question, "Why bother?" It's hilarious to listen to, but it pretty much sums up my mood this morning.
Thus, I will be ending this post right here. I could go on for another paragraph or two, discussing the reasons why I don't feel motivated. I could talk about lack of sleep or sore feet. I could talk about approaching weather fronts or feelings of inadequacy. I could talk about the collapse of social ethics and morality in the world.
Saint Marty could talk about all these things. But, why bother?
Tell me you haven't felt like this.