This vacation is killing me. Sure, I should be grateful, as it could’ve been worse. At least I’ve a roof over my head, and get three square meals a day. Capital – indeed. Not to mention all the comic books and other reading materials I’ve yet to devour. But I’ve got the holiday blues.
Life is pretty slow and dull. I’ve been blogging like crazy lately. Yesterday was an exception. I spent the hole day playing games – didn’t even care to go online. And don’t even ask the name. Trust me, you DO NOT want to know.
Sometimes I don’t understand myself. I get enthusiastic over certain things and then lose interest in the next moment.These sudden mood swings – are not at all good. I’m in a party, enjoying myself, then suddenly I get all gloomy. I spend a whole day practicing guitar and then leave it to gather dust f
I’ve spent the whole day reading comic books. I’ve turned down a invitation. Heck, I’ve turned down every invitation since ….. err…. I really don’t remember for how long. Maybe couple of months? I’m becoming indifferent for real. It is bothering me. I shouldn’t be so aloof towards life.
I’ve been longing to go on a long trip for two years. I’m just tired of living in this urban jungle. Though I honestly doubt that is ever going to happen. Lady luck has dumped me and I don’t think she would visit me soon. I could have accompanied my relatives to the Bangladeshi Taj. I'm not exactly sure why I didn’t. There was a pretty decent chance that I would have been able to rekindle an old crush. Even that wasn’t enough to get my lazy ass moving!
“Feelings have deserted me, to the point of no return…”
Winter is my favorite season. I think I’m taking more liking to it. I’m becoming cold – like I don’t feel anything at all. Nothing seems to interest me these days. Nothing at all - except those short-lived trance like addiction, towards something new every once in a while.
Do I need to die to feel alive?
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