Listless Reflections on a Dreary Sunday

Lately nothing much has been happening. Sure, there have been some events that have unfolded (and those involved would know what I'm talking about), but apart from that and going to work, that's really, really it. So much so that I'm wondering what's going on with me and this life o' mine. I mean, has it really been all about work and theatre, work and theatre, all this while? I've been reading Facebook statuses and Tweets about people going out and about to events and parties and this and that, while I was sitting at home on a Saturday night at my computer in my empty apartment. And the oddest thing is, even when I have things to go to, I don't feel very enthusiastic about it... about going out, socialising, spending some quality time with others. I think it's partially because my foot is still slightly gouty from the attack earlier this month (it's been coming and going, and I just stubbed the affected toe earlier, OUCH that hurt), and the fact that I'm finishing up this diet, which means eating out is generally inconvenient... but another part of me reckons those are just excuses. Something else is causing this... inertia. This lack of desire to do more with my life at 29. On the other hand, I crave extremes: packing up and leaving this country. Finding new horizons elsewhere... even if just in Singapore. And then I look back and realise I never used to be so antisocial until towards the end of my Perth stint (2005/2006), when things began to go south. And when I came back home to Malaysia, I was once again the outgoing guy, eager for new people and new prospects... and three and a half years later, here I am, momentumless, just... here. I've got to snap out of this, but how? And more importantly, why? That is, why is this happening? How and why did I become so jaded and cynical and lifeless so quickly? And what can I do to turn it all around?