The Bug

I had a dream last night... But that really doesn't matter. Today, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I was, sort of, expecting that would happen, considering the shitty day I had yesterday... But that doesn't matter, either. There are very few things that matter in my life right now... Incredibly few!

When three of your friends tell you that you're drunk, go to bed! That's what is, kind of, happening to me now. I knew all along that something will happen (because I failed to fall for the Christmas spirit and all that bullshit), something that will have an impact... And I think it did: I am a BUG in the system.

I'm not ruining the fragile state of equilibrium (as a friend of mine told me) that a certain system has at a certain point... No... Not that! It seems that no system can ever fit me... Why? (Of course, not because I am "different", "better" or "worse"... That's bullshit and I don't trust people that resume to such arguments) I have a strong and deep feeling of hate (maybe the strongest and deepest that I now feel) towards rutine, repetition, fading away because everybody expects you to do that at that point in time. It really does suck because there is NO system free of repetition and routine...

So, what to do now? Good one! I think I'll just go on creating my own system (fucked-up system, that is) that will only be able to offer me satisfaction and then, when the time comes, it will disappear simultaneously with my-own-self.

Food for thought: If you were to choose ONE topic for your whole life, what will that be?