Friday, 27 February 2009

My Red Handlebars






"Under all that we think, lies all we believe, like the ultimate veil of our spirits"
-Antonio Machado




The immediate problem with that would be knowing exactly which beliefs would serve us best. There's a group of guys singing outside my window. I'm not annoyed with them because i'm not in the slightest bit sleepy but i can only imagine how the some of the other tenants must be taking to the sporadic shouts of 'yeah we crank it up mate'. As stereotypes would go they probably don't give a damn because they're young and life is meant to be enjoyed with a few bottles of beer, especially on a friday night. We're the odd ones for being at home... duh

Funny the way people think. Such a pity i shall never take psychology. But then again not. Principles of Business law has its gains. Classes start on Monday and i can't say i'm not excited. Don't really think i can say i am either. Time here doesn't really seem to have any feel in memory. Today feels like a grain in a French loaf that doesn't end and can't be cut. Today will come and go as listlessly as yesterday did, with the same vague drudgery and meandering sentiments.

It's actually quite easy just whiling away the days here, convincing myself repeatedly that there really isn't anything else i should be doing. In all honesty, there isn't. The shouting outside stopped without me realising it, and i have not for the life of me any idea why i'm sleepy. The last 50 minutes have gone by the way you'd imagine it would if you were having the time of your life. Just i'm not.

Somehow, somewhere along the way i appear to have forgotten that i'm supposed to disregard any negative or disempowering belief to have chanced its way into my subconscious systems. Autopilot's good enough for a person who isn't up to braving the storms. Then again, i suppose all this venal stagnation and disenchantment really does stress how little importance everything else holds, which can really only be a good thing.

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