I came out of a period of a combination of both a rut and not having accomplished what I wanted to in my personal state to fall back in a state of mindlessness that has pretty much been there since I started my most recent job. It's both the best and worst thing that has happened to me. The best because of what I'm able to accomplish because of it. Also, I have become more comfortable with myself as a person. The worst because I put so much into it that on most days, I just don't have the energy for much else. It's like when Sonic comes out of Super Sonic form. Zero rings left. You can't do much without any rings. You get touched, you're dead.
At work, I'm a combination of who I am online and a completely different person that only comes out at work. One who takes no prisoners. If you tell me no, you better have a damn good reason why, because I'm not afraid to call you out on it. I like that I can throw personality into it since we are essentially selling tech support plans for computers but sales is sales. It's brutal and some customers are just flat out stupid or annoying. Also, if you're doing good, you're getting more calls than anyone else. With this new system, by the time my normal shift is done, I'm done. It becomes mentally draining trying to overcome objections all day. I don't like to fight with people but I become relentless. A machine. I've been called this before at work and sometimes it all just comes to me. I don't always know how, it just does. The name is fitting. Too fitting, in fact. When I sit back and think about it, it is actually a bit scary. Epic boosts of confidence are great and all but this can also mean that when you get shut down, it becomes that much worse. Maybe I'm bi-polar? Nah. Crazy thoughts. I have lots of those. Moving on...
A good comparison to help tell my story here is a comparison to Scrooge McDuck in DuckTales: Remastered. Scrooge McDuck is filthy rich. He doesn't even have to think about how to spend his money but at the same time, is stingy with it as well. His money is his life. He's smart about it and he treasures it very much. With that being said, there is a human side to him that comes out. When his nephews get captured, he cares no longer about the money and even seeks the aid of an enemy to save try and save them, even if it means giving up some of his hard earned treasure he collected earlier in the game. We are human after all, so something can trigger you. You can't become completely lost. There is a release somewhere. Some sense of sanity. Something that breaks away from routine.
Here's another example. Classic Mega Man was designed to destroy Wily's robots to keep peace. In the TV show, every now and then, he would show compassion to save Roll, Dr. Light, or Rush. Being that he was "Rock" before becoming Mega Man, he has feelings. Robots can't lie, but Mega Man can sometimes think on his own, regardless of what he was created for. He's more than a robot. When all else failed after Dr. Wily betrayed Dr. Light by running off with the robots they designed together (originally designed for the good of humanity), and the world being at risk as a result, Light made this decision to make Rock into Mega Man. That was his answer. Another machine.
Going back to my scenario, I'm at a point where I have so much going well, I cannot just quit. My job, VGHC, MachinaeTribe and furthermore, the people I've had the pleasure of talking and associating with throughout all of it, all of who I treat as I would want to be treated. The Golden Rule. It is all second nature to me. Where does the time come for yourself though? Where does the time come in to vent? Where do the thoughts racing go when you don't have the energy or even think to talk to someone else? Why not just lose yourself in something you're used to or passionate about and forget about it all? Why not just pass out and start the next day, forgetting about all this? This all happens on a constant basis. A never-ending cycle. Such is life, right?
My life is far from terrible. It is the best it has been but I feel a part of me is gone that may never return. Maybe I just haven't found my true focus or a person to make me realize I can do even more than I do on a routine basis. The fact that ANYTHING different makes me feel great is a sign that I'm a bit too lost in my own world of trying to achieve and do nothing else but just that. The escapes are few and far between however and while I really do enjoy the things I get lost in and do, I become too lost. So lost in fact, I may as well be just another machine.