Catch-22

I'm perplexed by the idea of catch-22s. I came upon this topic during a phone conversation with my mother not even an hour ago. She told me that I could be at home if I could get a job in the area, to which I responded that I could only get a job by being home to look for one. I tried to explain to her that it was a bit of a catch-22. Now, I'm aware that this isn't really an entirely accurate assessment, but it's somewhat close. Upon using this terminology, I thought it appropriate to do a bit of research on it. I'm not really going to go into the whole idea of a catch-22, but I found one thing that's fairly interesting, although I guess I understood it subconsciously, I just didn't connect the dots.

On Wikipedia:
Americans in both the living room and the boardroom are growing more fearful about the economy, creating a Catch-22 for the job market: Shoppers won't spend until they feel more secure (as in, being employed), and businesses won't hire until people start spending.

I also enjoyed the logical breakdown of the topic:


I don't really have any revolutionary theories or rhetoric to guide this conversation along any further, but I just find the phrase and meaning to be rather intriguing.

A little over an hour ago, I was cursing my life because I was bored to tears, and couldn't find anything to alleviate my boredom. This isn't to say that I didn't have things to substitute for actual fun. I have plenty of movies I can watch, and I could have just browsed the internet for hours, like I usually do. However, none of this seemed like it would take the sting of solitary boredom away. It didn't help that I didn't even get to talk to a certain somebody at all tonight. I've just been quite down, but that's nothing new.

I was hoping to accomplish something when I placed that call to my mother. On the plus side, it doesn't seem like she will mind me being at home from Thanksgiving until Monday (which I had not even considered as a possibility). I had called to ask about coming home maybe Tuesday or Wednesday and then coming back if she had planned to come for Thanksgiving anyway. I'm not exactly sure how the details will work out, but I really want to see my friend, Evan. I haven't seen him in a while, and it would be wonderful to get to see him, have a few drinks or whatnot.

But back to my boredom kick. I found myself in dire straits in regards to entertainment about two hours ago. Now, I didn't realize how late it was, and I'm actually having to decide how I want to spend my time. It's funny how that works. I began reading a book that I bought awhile ago, but only got a fair way into. Now, I find myself wanting to read this book in its entirety, but I know that the night will not allow this, nor my sub-par reading speed. So, I might read a little bit more of "American Fuji", by Sara Backer, or I might watch the newest Boardwalk Empire, before the new one tomorrow. Either way, I have enough to do now, so I'll bring this to a close. I actually already have something to potentially write about tomorrow, but I am trying to take things one day at a time at this moment. I'll worry about tomorrow when it gets here, in about thirty minutes.

Be good, be peaceful, be happy, and love somebody. If you have nobody to love, feel free to love me. I need all the love that I can get.