It was as if all had to mean everything it could, at once. all had to fall in place and this was the very instant being waited for.
I wondered whether i was naive to feel pity for the meaningless excesses that would be left out.
In a utalitarian world, things began with a purpose. it had to be a fixed commodity, could be measured and assessed in terms of more utilities.
And here i have been, forever putting more punctuations than needed and staggering along a longer route home.

Most of the life that i have lived so far, i had been preoccupied with my daze and day dreamings
As an adult i was encouraged to make friends and be more participative in such social functions.
I realised that there was this crazy interdependance involved in each one of them and that they too are misjudged on the basis of outcomes.

I am post collegiate. I ought to find a job and a place in the world.
And all my wavering thoughts gather amidst the holy mess of my room and unsyncronised life.