My So-Called Life XVI

It’s a slow day. After weeks of rain, we finally have a revitalising, but beating hot sun coming out of its blanket of condensed water.

It’s funny that I stumble on trying to write about my somewhat normal, mundane weeks. It’s almost like I’m expecting a period of melancholy.

I’ve finally begun to love my job, despite doing seemingly arduous work and being under a ridiculously cruel sun. Even though it’s as simple as watering and moving plants, I’ve grown fond of my silent, green guests. Sometimes I find myself talking to them internally, telling them what’s on my mind. Nothing is more refreshing than a listener that can’t dote you. And the gopher that keeps eating my lettuce and cauliflower. I don’t mind it being there, as long as it doesn’t keep eating my vegetables.

It’s just a pity I might not have a job in 2 or 3 weeks.

Days will probably go even slower then.

I’ve become more and more impatient for the summer to end, so I can face school again. I paid a visit after the G20 summit. Felt like walking home, even though I’ve only been there for a year. Too bad the doors were locked and I didn’t have any way of getting in.

Speaking of home, there was that trip to London last week. Actually, come to think of it, it was only about 5 days ago since I came home from the workshop. Felt more like a month. Somehow I wanted those three days to last forever, but it was over in seconds. I never got a chance to say one word. Also never drove as rough as I did in London. Maybe something’s getting to me. Maybe.

Oh what else is there in this life of mine?

I feel defeated. I’m tired. I’m lethargic. And I have a report to write for next week. And I haven’t talked to any of my friends for the longest time, exception being Michelle. Well… I guess I should be happy about that, except I wasted it.

I hope I don’t become a hikikomori.

I’ve begun to feel a lot lately, haven’t I?