I’ve been bobbing in and out of consciousness for more than I care to admit. I’ve been mostly like a zombie, running errands, meeting deadlines and delivering my intended output. Apart from that, I haven’t really lived.
No fire. No light.
What I’m trying to say is quality. The kind that does not numb you from your inner self. The kind that will not rob you of choice. The kind that will let you say, “I’m off to bed, if I don’t wake up, that’s fine. I’ve lived”
I’m not attracted to drama. I need to survive and too much of that is comparable to slitting my wrist.
I’m all about self preservation. But have you ever been stuck, confused, helpless and utterly lost. That’s where I am at right now.
And don’t call me Emo, if you know what’s good for you.
Good news, bad news. I’m bored out of my skull and a relationship issue is brewing – thus a time off is needed.
Since everyone is busy – including you — I am headed to the mountains myself. Don’t worry, this is not the first time I ran off with me. I’m a backpacker. And we can be stubborn when we feel the need to leave … and leave I will, with or without cpmpany.
So before packing my bag, I had to run all my errands and endorse work items. Then tickets. Bought a round trip, called for a room reservation, then wrote on a piece of paper my very short itinerary.
When I get back, I’ll be appropriately tired. Too tired I won’t have time to entertain death by boredom.
Stupid boredom – oh well at least I’m paid lounging around. How many of you can say the same? LOL, I thought so.