I feel that my life is so boring and scheduled; nothing exciting ever happens.
I sleep, wake up, go to school, go home, do stuff, go to bed.
I guess it's something every human being feels.
My life is just a routine, basically.
I don't resent it. I just want something else.
When I think about the problems of my friends, my own problems seem very insignificant compared to theirs. I believe I don't have much to worry about. The biggest problem I had was almost failing a subject, while they have problems that constantly threaten their very lives. It makes me think that I don't have any right to whine or rant. If they can cope with their problems, I should cope with mine, no sweat.
Now, knowing that my problems are relatively insignificant, my life has become more boring.
The thing about problems is that they have the ability to break a routine; something that I want to happen to me. So I guess what I'm saying is that I don't mind having a big problem because it gives me a chance to do something new, to feel like my life isn't a broken tape replaying itself over and over again.
It's a selfish way of thinking I know. Why don't I just enjoy this carefree lifestyle that I have? I virtually have everything I ever wanted and more. Who in their right minds would wish for problems to happen to them, right? Well, I guess I'm not in my right mind, then. Boredom has that effect on me
wishing for irrational things... preposterous.
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