While chatting with a friend today, we both griped about having to get up early for work - he lives in Singapore, and was just about to hit the sack. I agreed that work was a pain, at times. Awakening each morning to the realisation that you have to vacate the cosy comforts of bed, perform daily routines and then head to work is quite awful.
I'm tired of work. Not the work itself, but the routine. Being a student is better - of course, this could be one of those grass-is-greener things. Of course it is. It's escapism, plain and simple. Whatever I'm doing, I secretly build an escape route. Last sem., it was the prospect of being away from college, the boring people there and living in a new city, making money, etc. Now, though, (and I NEVER thought I'd say this), I almost wish I was back in coll. Next semester is inviting - decent classes, my own apt., a trip to France & last, and most importantly, going back to Chennai in December.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
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