A spiral of thoughts on the way back from the mall
Often times I think that I'm cursed with an overactive mind. Normally that is helpful, as it helps me to go about my daily life in a fairly good manner. At work, I'm the guy who's got the ideas, with my friends, I'm the guy who's entertaining the crowd, with my family, I'm the one they count on to figure stuff out...
So the "curse" as I so immaturely call it (boohoo, poor Mitesh...) comes in when I find that I just can't not think about things for a while. Driving back the mall today...well actually from getting movies from DK...
it's dark out...oh it's 8pm...why do I work so late, why did I decide to do errands today, what am I'm going to eat...so why am I'm single, am I just passing up relationships, maybe that's why my parents seem to talk about it, maybe they know I'm just too stupid...there's the libary...(some time passes, as the library occupies me)...I wonder if I'm write about john's question...I think I could be a tech lead, but maybe not...what am I doing with my self...should I be aiming for a manager role, I think I'd like that, I like helping other people do stuff...why can't I be the doer...who should I call, why doesn't my phone ring much...guess that's the way it is, people don't really call me...what is it about me...how come I've never gotten past the allowing people to use me, the ones that treat me like crap, I seem to be nicer too, why am I like that...why are they fixing the road just to allow it to get messed up again, don't they get it...how am I going to get all my work done...I need to work less, but then again, I guess I do appreciate the overtime paychecks...of course, what's the point, I'll make a pile of money, and sleep on it...whatever...so wouldn't it be funny if I really did get hit by a bus, like I always say at work...amazing, things could change so fast, mom and dad are lucky...we had a good time at payalbhen's, I think, maybe I should spend longer at home this christmas, but what am I going to do...it was good to seem them dancing, it's been a long time...why do I think about so many different things...crazy..probably that's me...
So the "curse" as I so immaturely call it (boohoo, poor Mitesh...) comes in when I find that I just can't not think about things for a while. Driving back the mall today...well actually from getting movies from DK...
it's dark out...oh it's 8pm...why do I work so late, why did I decide to do errands today, what am I'm going to eat...so why am I'm single, am I just passing up relationships, maybe that's why my parents seem to talk about it, maybe they know I'm just too stupid...there's the libary...(some time passes, as the library occupies me)...I wonder if I'm write about john's question...I think I could be a tech lead, but maybe not...what am I doing with my self...should I be aiming for a manager role, I think I'd like that, I like helping other people do stuff...why can't I be the doer...who should I call, why doesn't my phone ring much...guess that's the way it is, people don't really call me...what is it about me...how come I've never gotten past the allowing people to use me, the ones that treat me like crap, I seem to be nicer too, why am I like that...why are they fixing the road just to allow it to get messed up again, don't they get it...how am I going to get all my work done...I need to work less, but then again, I guess I do appreciate the overtime paychecks...of course, what's the point, I'll make a pile of money, and sleep on it...whatever...so wouldn't it be funny if I really did get hit by a bus, like I always say at work...amazing, things could change so fast, mom and dad are lucky...we had a good time at payalbhen's, I think, maybe I should spend longer at home this christmas, but what am I going to do...it was good to seem them dancing, it's been a long time...why do I think about so many different things...crazy..probably that's me...
posted by Mitesh at 6:40 PM
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