It’s that time of the year when the air is rife with tension and the pressure that come with miniproject deadlines, impending tests and exams. Time for my half-yearly melancholy post, that means.
It also happens to be that time of the year when the day comes when a small alarm goes off at midnight after which I am lifted up and thrown into the air twenty times.
This time ’round, I’m not as frustrated as I normally am at this time of the year. Maybe coz after a while, you get used to it all. And you also tend to cut yourself off your sources of frustration.
Well, doing that means lowering your interactivity, so when you do get back into the groove, you tend to be surprised at the latest er.. news. They all deal with dark horses, stalking horses, and cats’ paws. Unexpected people doing the most unexpected things. Amazes you how people change, but still stay the darned same.
Some of that makes you feel like Holden Caulfield, wanting to protect innocence, wanting to convince people that they don’t have to do certain things, or compromise on things just to be cool.
In a lighter vein, I came back to my room a while ago to find my room locked with a completely new lock. As was expected, I went on to break down my neighbors’ door, yelling for them to open the door ASAP, give me the new keys if my roommate had given them there, asking them why they were taking so long. The door finally opened to show a tired, flustered, unfamiliar-looking girl who seemed to have been shaken violently from a nap… My voice did a flip from indignant to apologetic.
“I’m sorry, I’m so, so, sorry!” I found myself saying, “I’m so sorry to have disturbed you…. It’s just.. y’know… I stay on the floor above, and…. I’m sorry for having woken you….”
Yeah, people fundamentally remain the same.