DAILY DRUDGERY (TEDIOUS DAYS IN MY LIFE )
When I wake up in the morning or evening or afternoons or nights I have breakthroughs through my sufferings that act as an arousal for certain amusements that convince me that this is all absurd and alterable. Withstanding with the daily extravaganza of time that passes by making my mind go numb. The melancholic monotony makes me go more than half mad and then I pick up a book to pass through it. Then I drink coffee or tea depending on my mood, and sometimes I don't drink anything, depending on how many maniac episodes I would have over twenty four hours.
Then I read the newspaper and the simultaneous exaggeration and nonsensical stupidity of the publishers making me trigger more as the day move forwards. Then I eat something, depending on how emotionally stable or unavailable I am feeling. Then I check my texts and reply to them after 6 hours if I feel doing so . If someone calls me, I purposely takes no notice of it and continue contemplating to write a thing or two. Then I sit in the living room and talk gibberish with my mother or my two aunts, but usually disregard what they say and pretend to act oblivious until the topic is something that interests me.
Sometimes due to the Uneventfulness of my day I call a friend or two, and talk about books, philosophy and coffee, thinking what an intellectual baffoon I am and then I do bed rotting whilst that. On Other occasional days , I stroll to one my friends house who live nearby and blabber about the movies, boys and distressed fights among my relatives and how slow witted my neighbors are . Sometimes I eat something at her house, sometimes I don't, everything rests upon my frame of mind. Then I return back to my home, and take a warm or cold bathe again varying on the weather . I almost always play music to withstand my adversity purposefully, squandering my day away. Then I eat my dinner or go to a walk , keeping myself from jumping off the cliff as mishandling any one of my momentary maniac episodes.
Then I bed rot again under my blanket checking my cell phone replying to as many messages as I could and forget about the rest considering them of no actual use . Then, I might read something or scribble something to call it a day or "Another day before death.", wasted intentionally.
Leeza
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