Well, my excuse probably is that i am suffering from a major post-graduate depression type thingie. Altogether anguish, misery, fear, doubts, grudges, woe is me. I am not to be motivated by anything. Even reading a book is too much most of the time.
I just can't figure out what to do with myself and my life, especially since the new year's resolutions are pouring in from everywhere. Oh my, have i turned into a typical blog-person? Am i lowering myself to a group of people who think blogging IS really journalism? That venting your problems to millions of nerds around the world is really a kind of therapy? NO! The horror!
Thank god i also have a diary like every glasses-wearing depressed girl with brown hair adoring pop culture in all its multimedial facets (no, i really am NOT a unique snowflake). But also i have started a stream of consciousness-type journal about the big bad post-graduate misery (which happens to be handwritten in a Bollywood-covered notebook, thank you very much).
Actually, the depression is getting less heavy every month or so. I'm taking babysteps though, trying to decide one thing at a time: quitting my job in the near future, pondering on the possibilities of following a master's degree somewhere outside of Holland, finding my own place, sending out applications to far-fetched cool jobs, making a trip to somewhere. Its' really too much to take in at once, and i realize that now (finally). I'll probably end up well very soon, but the road there is still so very far.
Thank the lord for daytime tv during my battle against the flu.
Thank the lord for daytime tv during my battle against the flu.
