On a stoney-faced
October 13, 2009
Somebody please tell me.
Why it feels more real when I dream than when I am awake?
How can I know if my senses are lying?
(Animatrix, The Kid’s Story)
So I’m 21, working my ass into being a slave of a corporate network. I live at my parents’ house, shares the bedroom with my sister. Most of the time, I can not decide for myself and during the days that I don’t need to go to work my mind is in a state of a white sheet with nothing to see. So bland and plain. Life is really empty at this time.
There’s no weekend no look forward to. No quality time with a significant other. No significant other. It’s not that I’m working 24/7 but because there’s really nothing else to do. I’m not really the happiest person with my family and I decided that there is a place like home. I can’t spend time with those whom I love because I am getting disappointed as I learn more about them. I think it is best that we won’t grow as tight as we should be. Friends are busy too as they make their way into becoming a servant of the government because they work to pay their taxes just so they would be eligible to whine, but still in the end the freaking government benefits from them. Pretty much the same thing I do everyday.
I feel so alone because I can’t really tell this to people because they won’t understand since I will not be able to explain this to them properly. It’s so empty, I can’t even think of a word to spell out what’s bothering me.
Imagine those yuppies we see on indie films or random commercials. They go to work, drink coffee, get their pay check once in a while, sleep then go back to work again. Some unconsciously became living zombies while some tried to emancipate themselves as they began to become existentialists or if they give up, they lose their dignity as well.
Boredom is so overrated in my life, I can’t think of anything more to describe this emotional emptiness I’m feeling inside. I got so much things on my mind that I can’t concentrate. I have no focus in everything I do. Maybe that gives me a reason why I am not as happy as I ought to be. I’m becoming less and less patient as the year progresses and perhaps before I knew it, nobody wants to talk to me anymore.
I know that all I need in life is focus or good time management and all that crap but it’s not really easy when you’re in my shoes. I’m so tired and I can’t do whatever I wanted because I fear disappointing others so I just dwell on the disappointment I give myself on a daily basis.
So tomorrow is another day and blah, blah, blah. I wish to say that I’ll get through it again but I’m tired of getting through it only to find nothing at the end. Tomorrow is just another day… just another day.