Slowly, I have been creeping into the slacker's mentality. The only think that I have been working hard for the past few days have been to play console games and pack my living space. Every time that I need to recalibrate my life, I will come online here, and type it to the whole world. Strange isn't it? To the people I meet everyday I do not say much, but to the mass online world that never really know, I speak of things that are of weird context.
Kudos to K, who told me in life, slacking is not a choice, but a definite. I realise that is true for me, although I believe there are people that go beyond seemingly normal human capabilities. Amazing! I need a balance, and being a perfectionist, I seek perfect balance. I need my space, something that was taken away from me when the place I called home destroyed my civilian rights, and replaced them with military doings.
From a country that is facing a brain drain, I do ponder if I will stay or leave. Conclusion, given the chance, I will definitely leave, although coming back will always be an option. No place is like home, for the pleasant it gives, but also, no place is like home for the displeasure it gives. Cut here, already speaking nonsense.
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