So it’s just gone 11:00 P.M here in good old Melbourne town and I’m feeling a wee bit down.
Why you might ask?
Hard to say if truth be told. I mean I think it’s safe to say we’re all suffering from mental fatigue as we’re in lockdown 4.0 but I guess for me it’s just not that if truth be told.
So what is it you may ask?
That’s the thing though-how can one explain something in terms where it’s so hard to properly define because one can’t put a name to it?
If I’m being honest I would probably say I’m sick of seeing people happy. Read as written that’s is probably as horrible as it is to write but it’s also the truth? I mean in my core I am happy for people to be happy, but conversely it’s annoying because I’m sick of being unhappy.
Despite saying all that, I am not unhappy as such. It’s more like indifference at this point because I just want to know when will I be happy? When will I achieve some of that happiness for myself and the cliched achievement that societal expectations expects from all of us?
Combined that with the fact that what really grinds my gears (thank you Peter Griffin!) is when people’s happiness turns them into massive douche canoes of the highest orders. I mean human nature dictates in my mind that people are constantly evolving based on their life experience, but when these changes change individuals to the point you hardly know them, how is that even a good thing?
I’m probably not making sense but that’s where it’s out.
Stay safe.
