I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Monday, January 28, 2013
28th day 2013
It amazes me sometimes how my mood changes like the weather as they say - with no warning and seemingly with no reason. I moved from giving myself a pep talk this morning to this space where all I want to do is nothing; just fade to black. This deep feeling of melancholy has enveloped me, and I'm no hurry, not the least bit inclined to unseal that envelope of wretchedness. I think I'm bordering on the line of....oh gosh, the word escapes me now, what the fuck is it - why can't I remember. Ah! Bipolar! Ok back to trying to do work for the money I earn.
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