I'm bored!
The seemingly exciting life where I drive a big car to and from work, spend nine solid hours in a glamorous, awe-inspiring organization, the title of my designation, my good looking husband acquired from a love marriage, the endless shopping trips to the glitzy malls...all this and more has somehow lost the sheen. Barring ofcourse the only thing that still has the same good ol'charm...hubby.
Seriously, I'm dead bored. A zombie with a mask pulled across my face with invisible hands stretching and squishing and pulling it in all directions to portray emotions that I dont feel within. Even the slits called eyes produce the saline liquid from time to time, making my eyes go red and thus successfully presenting the illusion of tears.
I live life mechanically. It goes on and on while the clock on the wall sings tick-tock-tick-tock with mathematical precision. The sun rises and sets...handing over the shift to the less bright moon, who has to slog all night. Sometimes, both of them take sick leaves and the often elusive cloud takes over. I see it all with bored eyes. Infact, even the word 'bored' bores me!
Not my spells, not my Tarot cards or runes or racing ahead in my fast car holds interest.
Life's a long boring tread...and I walk on, hoping to find some exitement somewhere.
In this magnum opus of boredom, letching men and bitching women provide for the occassional 'salsa' to the nachos...and an extremely distasteful salsa at that.
The long tread continues...I think I should write a book. Eureka!
