Countable and Uncountable

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.