I Mean The Sorry Honey.

It’s been a long day, a long weekend and probably 4 more months of stress from my current family focused life. 9 hours of work, 3 hours of rest, the extras spent doing nothing… That makes my day! If you’re paid well, fed well, you shouldn’t complain.

The regular walk around the village was calm and comforting. It’s 1:30am, no people on the streets, lights off, not even a simple sound of life. Feeling cold, I tucked my hands into my pocket as I walked on. I look awful wearing a cap to hide my messy hair, a jacket covering my dirty shirt, my good old faded jeans and my old pair of flips. My eyes still a bit stingy, breath a bit delayed… I’m mentally and emotionally exhausted.

So I’m home today with certain dispositions, but none too grave or tragic to cry, throw fits, or go insane over (like the past 3 days). Whatever the case, I find ways to solve the problem. When the problem is unsolvable, I deal with it in my own terms. I’ve realized over the years that in some complex workings of the brain, I’ve managed to always find reasoning behind everything, which often ends in a certain balance of ideas. In having an opinion, I always have an opposing opinion that would make the former disputable. And in the argument itself, I manage to find reasoning and justification for both opposing sides, which deems the argument unresolved, or cancelling out completely resulting in no argument at all. All within my head.

Everything’s not going right. I’ve to shift for love.