life is monotonous. a slow uneventful progress of nothing. regular, undulating; and one cannot even go to sleep over it.
apparently, everyone i know is bored. bored of job-seeking. bored of sitting around. bored of working out of a cubicle. bored of waiting. bored of studies…
i guess you get the idea.
i had heard that one’s twenties are the most happening years of one’s life. independence strikes. wine, women, song and all that. life is supposed to be exciting; to the point that people know it as the ‘wild side’. go ballistic. go crazy.
not really. twenties are over-rated, really. a lot of life is overrated; if you think about it.
i know, one cane find the inspiration to do things. motivate oneself to get things done. actually get things done too.live life; so to speak.
but why ? is there any real point ?
and that’s where i get stuck. there doesn’t seem to be any point to it all. at all. ever. movies get monotonous. music has been heard to the point where complete interludes are burned into memory. tv is eventually crap. reading helps; but reading all the time is something which the mood does not permit.
even reading ?!!
i hope that it changes. else i know one person who just might be behind the next
texas aberdeen chainsaw massacre. it would make for a good interview too:
“why did you do it ? commit genocide on such a large scale ?”
“i was bored.”