-he said wot?-

Funny thing is, I'm probably enjoying myself more this year than I was this time last year. And yet for some reason I'm strangely more troubled.
Work's bad, I'm not as 'in control' as I was last year, and yet I'm not all that concerned anymore. Which probably ought to be cause for concern in itself.
The football's even more crap than last year. But hey, at least I do play. Once in a while.

And then there's the other THING. It's not a very big thing (partly because I'm pretty damn hopeless at making it one) and yet it's definitely not such a small thing either.
It's a stark contrast from work, this THING. With work, you can just put in all the effort, and you should expect to reap some rewards. Sure, there can be screwups and sometimes you get mental blocks, but more often than not, you can keep at it and tell yourself you've done all you can.

But with THE THING, the more effort you put in, the further it tends to get from you. And sometimes there's just far too much at stake for you to let it get further away from you, especially when someone else will just take THE THING. Which bites.

People (well, one person, really) have been urging (goading, really) me to take drastic action. But I think it'd be far wiser to cool off and not push it further. So instead of being so bleeding desperate, I'll leave well alone and cool off. Or should I?