Another Friday arrives and the weekend’s beckoning. Frankly, I’m getting tired of this waiting-for-the-weekend routine and Kuching life in general. I wonder who planted this idea in my mind but Friday nights seem to be a time when the working class (exclusively referring to the high middle income group and NOT the pure proletariats) go out and have fun! You know, like drink the night away? Why is that? Why do I feel that I’ve been programmed to do certain things at certain times? Some of you may be lying to yourself right now saying “I don’t feel I’m programmed to do anything. I’m quite a free person”. Yeah, right, y’know…I’m sitting in my office, waiting for the day to end and all I can think of is to head for the bar after work. And I don’t know why! Personally, I think this is a fucked up world a load of shit and I’m living in it. Probably I’m just tired of this life. I must do something about it.
Alright, so I’m frustrated with myself. So, what? My life doesn’t seem to make much sense these days and I dislike the idea of not knowing what’s going on around me. There is this big hole inside of me that I can’t figure out. Is it loneliness?
Okay, simmer down. Change the topic. Take a deep breath. I should just write about something that is remotely related to my gloomy state of being.
