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this summer.....
on
June 05, 2011
in
random ribblings
I feel the need to write today although I have no reason or
inspiration to do so. I can’t think of anything to say that won’t sound
like everything I’ve said here before. If I write anything at all, it’ll
be woven around my standard nonsense- those stale ideas of constancy,
numbness, discomfort, timelessness, changelessness, hopelessness,
unease. They are like the keywords in describing my every experience. So
any effort to put down thoughts is guaranteed to fail.
I dive into a fictitious world every free waking minute of my life, unless my mind is too tired for it. And that happens way too often. My neural networks are catching dust; poor Na+ ions seem to be perpetually perplexed. And the neurotransmitters are probably on a holiday. Disorientation reigns. It’s a state that is inflexible and unaccommodating. It causes reluctance to carry out activities that are typically fun. Quite plainly, it’s dull and renders one incapable of exercising will. The psychologist calls it a mood disorder. The psychiatrist calls it mental strain. The pragmatist calls it a phase. The theorist calls it a threshold. The artist observes silently. The narcissist calls it (pronouncedly) idiocy. The commoner calls it sadness. The realist calls it life.
Summer’s approached with summer vacation. The 12-pm direct heat on the forehead feels incredible, almost like a physical blessing. Long walks on sultry afternoons are therapeutic. I colour the world around with the music in my ears. Life becomes easy again, free of bother, no tension of studying and masturbating with R.S KHURMI, and no more THERMODYNAMICS – in harmony with my surroundings and with friends and siblings.
I AM ENJOYING......
I dive into a fictitious world every free waking minute of my life, unless my mind is too tired for it. And that happens way too often. My neural networks are catching dust; poor Na+ ions seem to be perpetually perplexed. And the neurotransmitters are probably on a holiday. Disorientation reigns. It’s a state that is inflexible and unaccommodating. It causes reluctance to carry out activities that are typically fun. Quite plainly, it’s dull and renders one incapable of exercising will. The psychologist calls it a mood disorder. The psychiatrist calls it mental strain. The pragmatist calls it a phase. The theorist calls it a threshold. The artist observes silently. The narcissist calls it (pronouncedly) idiocy. The commoner calls it sadness. The realist calls it life.
Summer’s approached with summer vacation. The 12-pm direct heat on the forehead feels incredible, almost like a physical blessing. Long walks on sultry afternoons are therapeutic. I colour the world around with the music in my ears. Life becomes easy again, free of bother, no tension of studying and masturbating with R.S KHURMI, and no more THERMODYNAMICS – in harmony with my surroundings and with friends and siblings.
I AM ENJOYING......
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