Nothingness.
Yes, nothingness. 'Nothingness' is 'the everything' of what was felt after watching the movie "cloverfield." The feeling needs not to be explained. It's just plain nothing, just as each of my petty rants.
What follows is a set of random rants. Rants that need not be justified, because they are plain nothing. Just as how "cloverfield" provided me a moment of nothingness, my petty rants provide me of a feeling of nothingess, albeit a longer one.
Rant #1: I am tired.
Rant #2: I'm bored with the absence of boredom due to piles of work.
Rant#3: I am irritated with the fact that I have to deal with things that are worth irritating, and just smile at them as if I like them.
Rant#4: I have a name, and it is spelled as DIORY and not as JURY. I hate it everytime I'm hearing it mispronounced even if people would add the word "ma'am" to my name.
Rant#5: I hate dealing with insincere people.
Rant#6: I hate living in a world where no one can understand me.
Rant#7: I hate living in a world where people seem to pretend they understand, but in fact they don't.
Rant #8: I feel so distant and restless. I'm losing energy in doing what I want. I'm losing inspiration in inspiring people.
Rant#9: I have to love my situation, or at least like it, which corollarily eats the very essence of me.
Rant# 10: I only have myself to blame.
Maybe these ten are not nothing at all.
Maybe they are "everything."
The "everything" that makes me feel the feeling of "nothingness."
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