I don't know what has got into me lately but I am so not in the mood for anything really. I come home from work everyday with aching back legs and arms and usually a head ache and I am finding it really hard to get excited about planning to do anything after work.
I am embarrassed to admit that I even struggle to generate enthusiasm to see Mr Thursday. I really hope it's not personal. I catch myself longing after days of the past. Spending time with people or not with people under social circumstances that no longer exist. (people get married, get girlfriends, get engaged, get emigrated, get in a huff.... and all leave the social circle)
I seem to just remember the idyllic parts of the past and none of the parts how it was boring or tiresome or a waste of my time and money... but was it really?
Was it really so bad being a lone ranger and trawling the malls by myself, wandering the book stores and CD shops? watching movies on my own with my packet of whispers and small cola?
It feels almost like by head wants to be discontent all the time.
It's like so terribly emo. I do love the colour grey... hmmm... but not the red and black pirate stripes - far too fashionable for me.
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