Tired and depressed…
…is how I’m feeling right now. Obviously anything would be a huge letdown after Singapore, which I fully realise, but the past week or so has just been particularly sucky and doesn’t seem like it’s going to let up for about a week or so. It’s hard to pinpoint it on any one cause, it’s more like one of those times where everything seems to pile up on you at once. I think I’m getting cranky from lack of sleep - the new morning departure routine is a necessity, but it’s slowly doing my head in. At the moment work isn’t really enjoyable, so much to do in so little time, with my workload getting increased at a most inopportune time. Deadlines and all that. It’s part of the job and I understand that, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get all pissy about it.
And don’t get me started on the chronic matter of women problems. Ah, screw it, I’ll get started anyway. I’m starting to think that, at the end of the day, for me to stumble upon what (or make that who) I’m looking for is entirely up to fate. In my experience, I have found women I’ve been interested in and made some attempt at winning them over - but I guess if they’re not arsed, then they’re not arsed. Even if I were the nicest, smartest, hottest, richest guy in the world, let alone the average schlub that I am. I’m just tired, I guess - tired of being considered a pathetic joke, if not anonymous. Some people just don’t know what they’ve got in front of them - the same could be said of me. But then it’s back to what I said earlier: it takes two to tango. Perhaps it’s best not to think too hard about it and let whatever happens, happen.
I need a reminder of what makes this all worth it. I’m not yet at the end of my tether, but I’m getting there.
Incidentally, here’s my Friendster horoscope for today:
You should know that you can always rely on your friends for support. Reach out.
Over the years, you’ve become pretty darned skilled at keeping your deepest feelings to yourself. In fact, no matter what it is, if you don’t want anyone to know about it, that’s how it will stay — on your end, at least. There’s something gnawing at you now, though — something you just can’t wait to talk about. Fortunately, you were born with the type of rock solid discretion that’s impenetrable. Good thing, too.
Consider this a reach out.
