Random Ramblings
Once in a while things tend to get on your nerves. Once in a while you wonder what you are doing at the place you are in; you could be doing a million other things at a greater number of places. But you are here. Stuck; as stuck could be. You are irritated. You wanna do something. Shout. Scream perhaps. Brandish your file in front of someone's face. Throw things. May be your personal computer out of the window. Or create a scene. Basically you want to make a point. But you don't do any of those. You don't want to. Perhaps 'cause it would be out of place and uncalled for. But more because you know your point is not going to be made. You know, there are always those tyrannical species descended from the likes of a certain man whose name rhymes with Hitler.. err.. whatever that means!
Then you tend to get tired. Exhausted by your extremely unobvious and well disguised irritation. Perhaps it is before lunch and you walk off to get your fill. For what? For some god-forbiddenly disgusting concoction of.. God knows what! The chicken has more bones than meat. They put spices of varieties and amounts that would make you throw up. They sprinkle some weird garnishings that look suspiciously similar to something you have seen at some point of time; only you cannot quite remember what that something is. The spread tastes menacingly of some garbage your regular roadside vendor serves better varieties of. In short, you hate this stuff!
You get back and finally remember that you are at the office. Some work is pending; some stupid work you could very well do without. You try fixing that and they suddenly ask you to fix something else which requires an urgency of manner that disallows you to attend to your prior engagements. You go about working on that and voila! You get an entirely new set of irritating news.
By now you positively want to hit out at someone. Or would kicking be a better option? Hmmmm. You wonder. And decide against it. You must be a moron. To be stuck here and remain stuck and to let people and situations get on your nerves; and to not have the same nerve to put your foot down and give a good, hard shake to all those concerned, just so they know that things are getting on your nerves and they are at fault!
If only life was all that simple.
I shall not say I have never contemplated a get away. As in literally. For always. Or for a very very long time at any rate. Escapist. Yes, probably. But sometimes you get a little selfish. You get a little less brave. You get a little more nervy. And anyway, things aren't all that sunshiny always. So go ahead; curse. Only that acheives nothing.
So I continue being stuck. Here, and now. Without a clue in the world as to why.
posted by the transient twilight @ 2:29 pm
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