I am wondering why common sense has gone extinct. Really. Why? Honest and devoid of sarcasm question. Is it so hard for us to be logical? Don’t most people find the need to ask why they are doing what they are doing? Or even, what the logical repercussions of what they do will be. Or probably repercussions don’t matter. It is amazing how you can go on living a life with just the wrong priorities and not even realise it. So when someone walks up to you and tells you what you really are worth, it kinda forces you to think what sheer cuckoo-ness led to those deviations from reality. If you don’t get your worth, logically you would get on with the programme. And I am about to do it. Shaky legs and shaky ground, but a sense of righteousness prevails. The defiant warrior marches. Where to? It’s time to GO FIGURE.

Hanging on precariously to odd conicals is getting a little tiresome. Living on the edge has its charms only as a bi-yearly affair. If you are doing it every minute everyday, it’s time to shake off the boredom. A general sense of claustrophobia and desperation is setting in, and for no apparent reason. Either I’m woefully off my rockers this time, or there is something going on here. In any case, not having the answers is not particularly helpful. I’m done pursuing happiness; if you are trying too hard, it’s probably not worth it. You’ve got it all messed up anyway. An extended holiday is just what I need. Things are weighing a bit too heavily on the soul, or something. Sometimes, it’s ok to run. And I need to. Fast.