gloomy day
Time is something most of us don't have in abundance. We don't have control over time; we can simply control what we do with the time that we're given, and sometimes, we can't control that either. Earlier this morning, I had a severe asthma attack paired with food poisoning. And that explains why I'm tippy-typing away in the leisure of my room, instead of slaving away at work. Somehow my brain is telling me that I have a bit more time today. It's like someone just rang my doorbell early in the morning and says, "Congratulations, you have won some free time!" And yes, the power of illusion is strongest when it comes from the deepest realms of one's own brain. But hey, sometimes we want to believe in illusions.
My lcd monitor decided to die on me and I can't use my pc. Good thing my laptop is still working. Typing on this thing gives me stiff wrists, but hey, anything to get my daily dose of the Internet. Sick or not, I can't just lie in bed all day & moan (NOT what you're thinking, you pervs). I welcome the extra bit of free time to clear my head a little(or at least try to).
I was supposed to see a psychologist a few weeks back but decided against it - I don't wanna have someone telling me that I'm a sicko & that I have to put in more effort to make things better for myself and enjoy life the way it is. Heck, the real sickos are the ones who have been brainwashed into joining the clan known as The Normal People. Define 'normal'. It's just a perception. Period.
Lately I have been having trouble sleeping, I have been having trouble remembering things, I have been having trouble looking at numbers(6 and 9, 2 and 7...I keep getting confused) and the sounds of vehicles make me so irritated & jumpy. I have been having trouble doing a lot of things, and I find it hard to concentrate on a simple conversation. Even typing and writing is difficult because I tend to jumble up the lettering orders. I get extreme mood swings and I find it hard to control my emotions. Whoa...imagine what the doctor/psychologist/whatever-you-call-him would say if I were to march into his office and start blurting all that out. I would half-expect a group of robotic people dressed in white come to tie me up, push me in a 45-degree tilted gurney and lock me up in a nuthouse. Ok, maybe not. But then again, you never know what those freaky people would do. After all, they are 'normal'.
A friend of mine gave me 2 little books for my birthday a few months ago. The Little Book of Stress by Rohan Candappa, and The Little Book of Despair by Michael Powell. Read them, they're good and fun and my fave reading material because they're so small and compact. Of course, if you're part of The Normal People clan, don't try to read these books. You'd be hit with the realization that life is not all that sweet & 'normal' and by the time you get to the last page, your 'normal' little brains would explode because these little truths of life have violated your 'normal' laws of thinking. *laughs*
A few quotes from The Little Book of Despair:
"If God meant us to be happy...we'd be happy"
"When everything comes your way, you're in the wrong lane."
"A wise old owl sat on an oak.
The more he learned, the less he spoke.
The less he spoke, the more he heard.
That dumb old bastard looked absurd."
Gloomy day has turned into a rainy day. And I welcome the rain with open arms, and an open umbrella.
My lcd monitor decided to die on me and I can't use my pc. Good thing my laptop is still working. Typing on this thing gives me stiff wrists, but hey, anything to get my daily dose of the Internet. Sick or not, I can't just lie in bed all day & moan (NOT what you're thinking, you pervs). I welcome the extra bit of free time to clear my head a little(or at least try to).
I was supposed to see a psychologist a few weeks back but decided against it - I don't wanna have someone telling me that I'm a sicko & that I have to put in more effort to make things better for myself and enjoy life the way it is. Heck, the real sickos are the ones who have been brainwashed into joining the clan known as The Normal People. Define 'normal'. It's just a perception. Period.
Lately I have been having trouble sleeping, I have been having trouble remembering things, I have been having trouble looking at numbers(6 and 9, 2 and 7...I keep getting confused) and the sounds of vehicles make me so irritated & jumpy. I have been having trouble doing a lot of things, and I find it hard to concentrate on a simple conversation. Even typing and writing is difficult because I tend to jumble up the lettering orders. I get extreme mood swings and I find it hard to control my emotions. Whoa...imagine what the doctor/psychologist/whatever-you-call-him would say if I were to march into his office and start blurting all that out. I would half-expect a group of robotic people dressed in white come to tie me up, push me in a 45-degree tilted gurney and lock me up in a nuthouse. Ok, maybe not. But then again, you never know what those freaky people would do. After all, they are 'normal'.
A friend of mine gave me 2 little books for my birthday a few months ago. The Little Book of Stress by Rohan Candappa, and The Little Book of Despair by Michael Powell. Read them, they're good and fun and my fave reading material because they're so small and compact. Of course, if you're part of The Normal People clan, don't try to read these books. You'd be hit with the realization that life is not all that sweet & 'normal' and by the time you get to the last page, your 'normal' little brains would explode because these little truths of life have violated your 'normal' laws of thinking. *laughs*
A few quotes from The Little Book of Despair:
"If God meant us to be happy...we'd be happy"
"When everything comes your way, you're in the wrong lane."
"A wise old owl sat on an oak.
The more he learned, the less he spoke.
The less he spoke, the more he heard.
That dumb old bastard looked absurd."
Gloomy day has turned into a rainy day. And I welcome the rain with open arms, and an open umbrella.
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