Writer in Gah-Land [aka when things go not particularly better]

Feb 21, 2009 16:21



As the poet said once upon a time: “When it rains, it pours…”

I mean it both literally and metaphorically. The weather has gone sour Friday, when my schedule ran from 8:00 am to 17:00 pm. But this wasn’t the bothering part. We had class in the second campus, which is located in one of the most unfavorable places in the city. I had to ride two buses for about 45 minutes in the rain, which due to the winds became hard hitting and turned into a snow blizzard later on. Problem was that I had to get to campus one to buy my text books and I had to pay a taxi to get there, since no bus got there directly and walking in that weather crushed me. At any rate I was exhausted by the end of the day, but thankfully my dying flu didn’t have a relapse so now I am fighting minor coughing and stuffy nose. We watched with my mother “Australia”, which was an unnecessarily long and made me too sleepy to post my recollection of the day.

Apart from university woes, I ended a friendship. I am keeping this anonymous though. We met up through a fantasy portal in August and hit it off right away. The woman was outgoing and funny and we shared many interests. However these two months as it happens I had adopted the role as an emotional bin for all her problems. I am considerate enough to take in account her health issues that cause her depressions, but somehow I ended up like a play thing or something similar. When she had problems I was there. She voiced her opinions; I agreed that everybody had their own worldview. Yet, when I did the other way around, because you know friendships are two sided streets, I was met with an analytical knife, which dissected and pointed that faults were in me rather than a supporting shoulder. There is nothing more to share about this. I ended it. I don’t have to defend my opinion, my worldview, justify why I feel the way I feel about certain people and their deeds. I do not tolerate hypocritical behavior, but it is one of those moments, where you wish it didn’t have to be this way. Anyways I am moving forward.

i hate my life right now, university torture

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