Random Rant
This is a random rant. This is my outburst of everything that's going on in my head. Everything, cramped up in that little space, pushing against the walls and looking to explode out. From the thoughts of that girl, whom I kissed like there's no tomorrow, to the assignment that I need to submit by tomorrow.
Ever since I have been intelligent enough to contemplate about myself, I've been a person who has favored simplicity with a hint of complications. Life isn't interesting if it's too simple but it also tends to get annoying when it gets too complicated. I like rules, with a few worthy exceptions instead of exceptions being the main rule in itself.
Unfortunately, my life, at the moment, is like a sea before a tsunami. There's a calm on the surface but there's trouble brewing underneath. It's not one or two or even a few specific issues that are there. In fact, I can't even pinpoint a specific issue that's actually there. Have you ever had that feeling when you think everything in your life is wrong but if anyone asked you what's wrong, you'd be like "I don't know"? THAT'S exactly the kind of emotion I'm going through as I'm writing this blog.
So I'm just going to list down the things that are annoying me. I miss Indian food. I'm still quite terrible at football (soccer, if you're an American). I sprained my back at the gym so I can't even go there and I hate missing the gym. I'm a little more than a week behind my intended schedule of writing my Thesis. Spring is here and I'm popping antihistamines like M&M's. I need to buy a new pair of denim but I've spent way too much money this month already. I'm spending more time at work than I'd wish to. I'm eating more junk shit than I'd want to and I'm spending way more time on Netflix than I'm advised to. In addition to all this, I need to clean my room, clothes, kitchen and everything else that I should've cleaned but was too busy being a rebel to my Argentinian mommy. In addition, summer's coming and since I won't be going back home this summer, the thought of a summer without mangoes is giving me nightmares.
However, I do realize that a mere narration of things that are annoying me is similar to a patient describing the symptoms that he/she faces to a doctor. A lot of the things that I'm complaining about are also the things that I enjoy doing on most days. I'm inclined to believe that there's an underlying cause which is affecting me and as a result, denying me the luxury of enjoying the things that bring me joy in my everyday life.
Just like a sick person needs a doctor to diagnose them, I guess I need a diagnosis from my life doctors (I've been watching too much House M.D. off late). However, before reaching out to them, I've decided to try and self-medicate my way out of this. A trip to Paris for French Open is the first course of over the counter meds that I've decided to take. A trip to a music festival and Lake Balaton are likely to be considered as stronger dosage options in case the underlying cause is not cured. Since all of this will happen in the summer, I shall be pursue retail therapy over the next month in order to mitigate the symptoms of this disease. Hopefully, time and travel will heal everything.
Ever since I have been intelligent enough to contemplate about myself, I've been a person who has favored simplicity with a hint of complications. Life isn't interesting if it's too simple but it also tends to get annoying when it gets too complicated. I like rules, with a few worthy exceptions instead of exceptions being the main rule in itself.
Unfortunately, my life, at the moment, is like a sea before a tsunami. There's a calm on the surface but there's trouble brewing underneath. It's not one or two or even a few specific issues that are there. In fact, I can't even pinpoint a specific issue that's actually there. Have you ever had that feeling when you think everything in your life is wrong but if anyone asked you what's wrong, you'd be like "I don't know"? THAT'S exactly the kind of emotion I'm going through as I'm writing this blog.
So I'm just going to list down the things that are annoying me. I miss Indian food. I'm still quite terrible at football (soccer, if you're an American). I sprained my back at the gym so I can't even go there and I hate missing the gym. I'm a little more than a week behind my intended schedule of writing my Thesis. Spring is here and I'm popping antihistamines like M&M's. I need to buy a new pair of denim but I've spent way too much money this month already. I'm spending more time at work than I'd wish to. I'm eating more junk shit than I'd want to and I'm spending way more time on Netflix than I'm advised to. In addition to all this, I need to clean my room, clothes, kitchen and everything else that I should've cleaned but was too busy being a rebel to my Argentinian mommy. In addition, summer's coming and since I won't be going back home this summer, the thought of a summer without mangoes is giving me nightmares.
However, I do realize that a mere narration of things that are annoying me is similar to a patient describing the symptoms that he/she faces to a doctor. A lot of the things that I'm complaining about are also the things that I enjoy doing on most days. I'm inclined to believe that there's an underlying cause which is affecting me and as a result, denying me the luxury of enjoying the things that bring me joy in my everyday life.
Just like a sick person needs a doctor to diagnose them, I guess I need a diagnosis from my life doctors (I've been watching too much House M.D. off late). However, before reaching out to them, I've decided to try and self-medicate my way out of this. A trip to Paris for French Open is the first course of over the counter meds that I've decided to take. A trip to a music festival and Lake Balaton are likely to be considered as stronger dosage options in case the underlying cause is not cured. Since all of this will happen in the summer, I shall be pursue retail therapy over the next month in order to mitigate the symptoms of this disease. Hopefully, time and travel will heal everything.
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