The feeling hasn’t sunk in yet. I have no holiday cheer in me.
Who would be… after working a 50+ hour shift practically locked in the office?
The Christmas trees in Ortigas don’t affect me. The Christmas songs sound ordinary. The decorations mean nothing. I must be getting old… or you could say, becoming Scrooge.
It’s because of work. Funny how this “thing” makes me happy and depressed at the same time. I blame it yet I love it for the same reasons. I can’t even begin to explain how much I hate it but I can’t let it go just because it makes me high. Talk about irony.
But it’s good to have these moments sometimes. It makes me feel human. I think about what I really want and where I want to go. I think about my present life and even if I don’t really want to, I think about my future. That is… if I have one.
Or this is probably just because I haven’t enjoyed the outside world since who-knows-when…
I’m glad I’m seeing my friends tomorrow. It would be nice to talk to people who knows you well.
Anyway, I got a haircut.
