Doesn't it absolutely gall you when people think you're predictable? I don't get that as much as I do the more, you can't be serious/you're just weird look. Sort of similar to the horrified fascination elicited by a train wreck. So how exasperating is it, when you could have predicted 4 hours ago that you'd still be up at 2 am on a Monday morning, with an extreme reluctance to head towards the bedroom, even knowing you're going to feel like hell in the morning, because unlike when you were in your early twenties, your body has forsaken vocabulary combining 'late nights, bright eyed, work the next day' in the same sentence. I know this. I knew it yesterday. Last week. Last year. Painfully since the ealry 2000's actually. A veritable trend. So why the fuck am I still on this thing???? I know it. You know it. The whole world and his dog knows it - I am going to consider death a viable option tomorrow morning....
What can I say, I'm Indian - melodrama is hardcoded into my DNA.
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