The title sums up everything. You know your day may not go quite well when you end up swatting flies and scratching yourself from 2 am only to realise at 4 am that your roommate with a libido that jump starts when she sees anyone that has shown a teeny tiny interest in you but has quite an inactive brain left the door to the room WIDE OPEN. So needless to say, I woke up grumpy, annoyed and just basically wanted to hide under my blanket for the rest of the day or actually year.
It also doesn’t help that the protagonist in the book I was reading was going through a hard time. I can’t explain it but I am what I read. If the lead is extremely happy, so am I. If she’s trying to slip past a paid hitman, I’ll be jumpy even when the book is closed for a bit so I can carry on with the activites in my life. I don’t leave the bed for days if it ends on a sad note. Yes, Nicholas Sparks had driven my family mad when I was younger.
I’m not miserable. I have no reasons to feel so. I’m not even tired since my postings are relatively relaxed this month. I just don’t care. Tests,exams,cultural events..I’m finding it very hard to care about anything. I’m a person that recquires a teeny bit of stress for that very much needed push to the finish line. It usually helps me be productive. A little of it, not too much though! But lately I’m finding it very hard to even muster some interest which is the only thing that can evoke stress.
Last month at this time, I thought eradicating stress was the only step to happiness. I realise now indifference is worse.