I got back from work about an hour ago. Had a lousy day. My senior was extremely frustrated with me because my bloody brain refused to understand a single word of what he was saying. It does that sometimes.
My brain has its good days and terribly bad days. Good days are those when it can look past petty issues and keep racking till it gets something done. Bad days are those when it refuses to understand anything of what is happening even it might be the most simple thing on earth which any normal human being can understand. People talk about good hair days and bad hair days. I have my good and bad Brain days. Then there are those Brain dead days when the intelligent, comprehensive and sensible part of the Brain is nowhere to be found.
How do people go on with every single day of their life being completely sensible, normal and unperturbed is a mystery to me.(It is for real, I see it all the time)A real fucking mystery.All I want to do right now is to curl up in bed and hopelessly pray that time will stop and cease to run for a long long time.
Anyway, the sooner I snap out of this school era like fantasy, the better it is. I'd better skip to more grown up things like life,love, goals, dreams etc.
Except that I have none of those. I have nightmares instead that wake me up every single day at 4:37 am in the morning. Then I wake up and think to myself "Oh I have just another hour more to sleep so make the most of it"! Then I don't because I spend the next one hour in an anxious subconscious state of mind fretting over the fact that I don't have much time till I wake up. Yeah, not much has changed since I was 10.
Then I go about things in a zombie like manner till I get on to my train and rush to work. It's such a mechanical way of doing everything. One day I shall take you through my day in detail. It's very boring and very mundane. However, it makes for good entertainment in bits and pieces.
I should retire to bed now. Give the mangled mess inside what it starts dreaming of from the very moment it wakes up in the morning. Sleep.
Monday, April 19, 2010
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