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Tuesday, March 06, 2007
As I was sitting among a long line of cars in the early morning traffic which was held up by the railway boomgates, I glanced to my left to check out if there was some eye candy in the adjacent car, and I find a girl with a pair of sewing scissors in one hand, sifting through her hair with the other, and snipping away split ends. I couldn't help but feel a slight tingle of amusement. Because that was exactly what I was doing (minus the sewing scissors, that's a bit full-on!) Aren't girls such marvellous creatures? I love it!I find myself becoming such a theatre nerd. On the one hand I wish for my old carefree lifestyle back, where I could go out whenever I wished, and stay out as late as my body can handle. Yet on the other, I know the tremendous payoff at the end of the day is going to be amazing. Everyday (4 days a week, to be precise), I discover something new and exciting, and I broaden my mind by that bit. Everyday I find another reason to be excited by what I do. Everyday I can't wait for Honours to end so I can put everything I've learnt into practise. Everyday I tremble at the knowledge that this one year is going to end in the blink of an eye and I don't want it to end. Everyday I yearn a little more to make a difference to this world I live in.I'm actually enjoying this shell that I'm currently living in. Why? Because it's simple and direct. I have an aim; I have a purpose. What I'm doing interests and compels me. Yet why do I feel this tiny conscious urge to want to get back out there in the social playing scene simply because it's what everyone else is doing and it's what I ought to do? I'm content with my present social life, or lack of. I don't think it's healthy, yet, I couldn't be bothered to make the effort. Oh sometimes I wish I was simpler and less superficial.
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