why don't we do it in the road?

paul mccartney sang, why don't we do it in the road? no one will be watching us.. he declared no special meaning by the song, merely that whatever your "it" is, do it in the road. written after seeing two monkeys copulate in the streets of india (a colossal time of change for the beatles). this song, i adore it, i literally cannot get enough of it. the raw emotion and conviction he has behind the singing, its retardedly good. it screams everything i've ever tried to put into action. its just one of those things, y'know? maybe you don't. but i suggest you give it a whirl.
i have lately felt this really strange feeling, its almost like having a fog over my brain and just general person. maybe its the cold winter darkness bringing me down, maybe its the continuous motions i've been finding myself repeating day in and day out with little to no variation.. i do not know. i know i do not like it. i am trying to break loose of this corruptive fog. its like a depression of sorts i guess one might say, but i do not feel sad. i merely have no will to do much of anything. i still am happy with my life and enjoy being at home and with my friends but not to the same extent before this fog. i no longer attend classes, i barely think anything of missing a full week of school. i've started calling in to work, sick. i am sick, i am not feeling my best. i would typically reside in my car for some good ol' fashioned speeding and blasting music, but my car has broken down and won't be fixed for a while. i suppose that's what you get for squandering all your money away on food and alcohol, neither of which i needed in that proportion. for most the death of a car would be an inconvenience, but for me it is more than that, its like a death in the family. that car has driven me to some of the best places and times i've ever known, driven me away from all the worst ones i can think of, protected me from dependency and given me a place to hide when i don't want anyone to be able to find me. its not completely unfixable, but right now the outlook seems bleak. i don't want to pay for fixing it, but i cannot easily get to work without it. its a conundrum of modern society, i tell ya. stupid fog, making me a mumbled up mixture of a mess. 
i'm going to post a picture of myself in a natural state, right before i get into my bed. and with that picture i am going to make myself a promise. its a natural state photo, and i want to improve my natural state. i don't want to be a piece of garbage, i want to be who i was before the fog came rolling in. i will return to my naturalistic optimistic state, and i won't look back on this fog longingly, for i hope to never feel its dark clutches around my eyes and neck again. i will move forward, not forgetting the fog, but improving upon it. so goodbye to you, fog, i have not enjoyed your stay but i appreciate the way you showed me that the life of the dimly lit is not one i will settle for.