I suppose it is all right to feel weak sometimes.
You've stayed strong for such a long while and it is okay to
feel vulnerable.
I think that makes up for the human part of each individual.
But this is numbing weakness. I don't know the reason. I'm just very tired of all of it. Societies, studies, peer groups, people who bring you down, people who take you up, people who keep talking and never listen, and people who just keep listening, people who never make meaningful conversations and the people who are always philosophical, people who only live to ask women out or the women who live to dress.
The world is so full of
activity. Ticking clocks, breathing people, in and out, talking, eating,
working, making, baking, and walking.
It just never stops, you know?
And the world is mean. Not just to me, the world is mean to
one and all, alike.
It's like I want to change it. I want to make folks realize
that being mean brings the whole race down. But I'm also trying to follow it, I
am trying to not be mean to people myself.
People say that life isn't fair. But it is not fair for
anyone.
Perhaps I am an illustration of the fact, one more example of the dogma. I had a group of friends. We were four friends. Parker, Daisy, Yonda, and I. Parker and Yonda are my closest friends. But Yonda was closer to Daisy. They kind of clicked together. That was when Parker was still at Norfolk High. He is my best friend. We don’t converse much, but we still are best friends. I have no idea why, there isn’t any motivation behind the relationship, there wasn’t any. We were just closer to each other than we were to anybody. And we developed in each other’s’ company and my spending time with him became habitual. Now he has gone to countryside and lives there. And ever since Daisy has gone into drugs she has made new friends. She seldom visits me now. I work most of the times so I am not available to talk anyway. And I don't like troubling him when he's chilling with his peers.
I feel alone. Just like how I felt the day Parker shifted to Massachusetts. It was a month back. Summers are still here though. He would be working during this time just like me to earn a living. I got admitted to Harvard Business School but I would only leave after summers. I plan to work here in Norfolk County. Parker occasionally visits. His leaving for Massachusetts was the second lowest point in my life. The lowest was when my sister Angelina went to London Business School, and she only comes once in a year. And when Yonda doesn't visit, those days are also very sad.
And I am tired. Of people's expectations, of people's habit of procrastination. Of thinking about the future and how I would change the world. And how I would like to be successful. And about family issues. About Angelina and about Parker. I am not the same around him these days. He gets upset very easily. I have to be cautious before speaking, walking, talking. And Yonda is just the most remarkable person I have met. He is funny and smart but he is just very complicated. So I prefer listening than talking even when I was the most talkative of the four of us.
Perhaps I am an illustration of the fact, one more example of the dogma. I had a group of friends. We were four friends. Parker, Daisy, Yonda, and I. Parker and Yonda are my closest friends. But Yonda was closer to Daisy. They kind of clicked together. That was when Parker was still at Norfolk High. He is my best friend. We don’t converse much, but we still are best friends. I have no idea why, there isn’t any motivation behind the relationship, there wasn’t any. We were just closer to each other than we were to anybody. And we developed in each other’s’ company and my spending time with him became habitual. Now he has gone to countryside and lives there. And ever since Daisy has gone into drugs she has made new friends. She seldom visits me now. I work most of the times so I am not available to talk anyway. And I don't like troubling him when he's chilling with his peers.
I feel alone. Just like how I felt the day Parker shifted to Massachusetts. It was a month back. Summers are still here though. He would be working during this time just like me to earn a living. I got admitted to Harvard Business School but I would only leave after summers. I plan to work here in Norfolk County. Parker occasionally visits. His leaving for Massachusetts was the second lowest point in my life. The lowest was when my sister Angelina went to London Business School, and she only comes once in a year. And when Yonda doesn't visit, those days are also very sad.
And I am tired. Of people's expectations, of people's habit of procrastination. Of thinking about the future and how I would change the world. And how I would like to be successful. And about family issues. About Angelina and about Parker. I am not the same around him these days. He gets upset very easily. I have to be cautious before speaking, walking, talking. And Yonda is just the most remarkable person I have met. He is funny and smart but he is just very complicated. So I prefer listening than talking even when I was the most talkative of the four of us.
So I feel lonely.
There's just so much pressure. And I think about the people who would listen to
me without cribbing too much. But Parker said he had work and I was hurt, just
a little. But I somehow manage to push those watery streams aside and
concentrate on my own work. I work in the Norfolk County library in the
weekends and help people sort books out. I love the work and sometimes when
nobody’s watching over me, I sneak in to read ‘Crime and Punishment’ by Fyodor
Dostoevsky or some business magazines. Apart from that, I also work in Hersheys
and Co. as a Junior Accountant on weekdays, and in Devonshire Associates as a
Consulting Business Analyst. I am a control freak and when things go out of my
hand I get tensed very badly. This is what is happening right now. I have just
gotten myself into every job I could find and was proficient and skilled enough
of doing. But now it is becoming hectic, not unmanageable but hectic. And my
colleagues are so expert in finding silly excuses for not working and taking
leaves. I have to do everything on my own and I can't talk to anybody about it.
I feel very sad, depressed should I have the liberty of saying. I try to fight
the sorrow back by memories. Good cheerful memories. Like the sunny days we sat
down in the lawns and talked endlessly. Yonda Parker and I. But the blues are
finding their way back into my mind. I just can't forget them. I could talk to
Parker about it but he’s busy as he should be.
I presume Parker and I sacrificed each other on the path of
success for him and work on mine. It is just irreversible.
I receive a phone call from the director and my shift in Hersheys and Co. begins. The thought is distressing. I pack my things in the duffle and swipe my card in the library exit. I think I might want to pass out for a while. But I wouldn't miss the chance of forgetting it entirely. That why I work. To forget the thoughts, the dreams and just work. Dedicatedly, passionately and zealously.
I receive a phone call from the director and my shift in Hersheys and Co. begins. The thought is distressing. I pack my things in the duffle and swipe my card in the library exit. I think I might want to pass out for a while. But I wouldn't miss the chance of forgetting it entirely. That why I work. To forget the thoughts, the dreams and just work. Dedicatedly, passionately and zealously.
I guess that's why people keep working. And the world
doesn't stop. Everybody is trying to forget whatever they miss and whatever
hurt they've been through. As a means of self-escape and to become oblivious of
the surroundings.
I wish we were stronger. And I think I know that. I think we are strong enough but don't realize it. And I want to tell people this and let them know that is all right to feel weak sometimes. That it makes up for the human part of us. I want to bring about a rational change in the way we perceive things. In the way we understand emotions and in the way humanity works.
I think I can.
I might.
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