For some reason I have zero enthusiasm for the whole concept of this Nations League idea. It’s the first football draw I’ve ever watched that I was both bored and confused. By the end I honestly didn’t care who got drawn with who. Yet here I am putting this post together anyway, partly out of habit I think. I can’t even blame the handball for my lack of interest, since the game (and the disappointing loss to Spain) was after the draw. For one thing I don’t think it’s a great idea calling it the Nations League. I surely can’t be the only person who keeps calling it the League of Nations by mistake. And we all know how that enterprise ended up.
Maybe I’ve just watched too much football in the last few months and need to spend more time doing other things. From everybody else’s perspective that would ideally involve actually going outside, or at the very least leaving my room. So they won’t be happy to find out that what I’m actually doing is reading a lot of books and watching handball. My recent encounters with the rest of the human race haven’t exactly endeared me to the idea of spending more time outside. Truth be told I’m not quite sure what to do with myself right now, most things feel pointless. Which is why it’s so hard to work out if I don’t care much for the competition because I think it’s a stupid idea or I just don’t care that much about anything. Right now I’m doing what I am because I don’t know what else to do. I haven’t written anything of note lately either and the way I feel it feels like I’m never going to write anything again. And that scares me a little, but only a little because mostly I can’t be bothered to care. It’s strange how something can dominate your thoughts for two years and then disappear within the space of a few weeks. I don’t even know why any of this bothers me, it’s the same process that’s happened countless times before. And I’m an idiot for thinking I have any control over it, because obsessions have a life of their own and they are going to do what they want to do.