Turn on your TV.
Sometimes, we need to have our own shells to withdraw to.
Sometimes, we need to have our own masks to hide behind.
Sometimes, we need to have time for ourselves.
Some ‘me’ time, if you will.
No, this is not merely a matter of privacy, but more like having ample room and enough space to breathe.
People hoard around you, armed with various demands and heightening expectations. Their voices grate your nerves, their repetitive requests annoyingly persistent. Sooner or later they come closer and closer; you feel like you are being pressed in from all four sides – it makes you smaller, but it helps not in any way.
That is when people notice the other, darker side of you – the one with the furrowed eyebrows, the visible frown on your face that makes you look like a distant descendant of Frankenstein – a shocking contrast from all those dazzling, made-for-TV smiles that they have grown accustomed to.
Unfortunately, the bad outweighs the good all the time. You may have made countless contributions, but it takes only one wrong move to have people turn up their noses at you for a long, long time.
Things happen. Time passes. Life continues.
There is no ‘pause’ button – but if there really were one, would you hit it anyway?
Yeah, you cheat.
On another note: the hunt for a new cellphone is almost at its end. One has style, but no substance; the other has substance, but no style. The powers that be never tires in conspiring against me and setting me up unnecessarily. I cannot make up my mind as to which to choose, between the two (yes, neither is an option, too).
Actually, the answer is clear. Sort of. Well. Never mind.
The weekend beckons, hallelujah.
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