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I guess there's really nothing much about the life of men in jungle slacks. For 9 weeks I haven't been here, and although sometimes I wanted to write, there's really nothing much to pen down. Guess I'm just a sad soul floating around in the streets, alone.
So this is the point of no return, aptly to say, I shall see myself exiting from what I will call 'home' in 12 years time, my family being other men in olive green slacks, and maybe a couple of dogs. Yep, PROVOST unit. Isn't what I want, but thinking about it, its actually not bad either. I hope they also provide me with a bike course or something.
It really sucks to have your life revolving around saturdays and sundays. Those are the days when everyone is out, when everything becomes overpriced, when all the wonderful shows vanish into thin air. The extent of 'high' you can achieve drops exponentially as the time reaches sunday night, when you know very well that you have wasted what could be a potentially superb weekend, and its time to return to the confinements of high fences and barb wire.
Come to think about it, everything's a cycle. Life's a cycle, and the method to obtain a fulfilling life is to break out of the cycle. But, humans, like me, usually just don't give too much of a damn, and just want to be normal. Has always been a dilemma for me: Normal but safe, or fulfilling but risky. There is just no perfection.
So this is the point of no return, aptly to say, I shall see myself exiting from what I will call 'home' in 12 years time, my family being other men in olive green slacks, and maybe a couple of dogs. Yep, PROVOST unit. Isn't what I want, but thinking about it, its actually not bad either. I hope they also provide me with a bike course or something.
It really sucks to have your life revolving around saturdays and sundays. Those are the days when everyone is out, when everything becomes overpriced, when all the wonderful shows vanish into thin air. The extent of 'high' you can achieve drops exponentially as the time reaches sunday night, when you know very well that you have wasted what could be a potentially superb weekend, and its time to return to the confinements of high fences and barb wire.
Come to think about it, everything's a cycle. Life's a cycle, and the method to obtain a fulfilling life is to break out of the cycle. But, humans, like me, usually just don't give too much of a damn, and just want to be normal. Has always been a dilemma for me: Normal but safe, or fulfilling but risky. There is just no perfection.