These holidays must be enjoyable for someone out there in this magnificent huge world…but not for me. For a person like me who is totally unable to get out of the house and freak out on man’s creations on God’s creation, holidays are the most terrible part of life. There’s absolutely nothing to do, nothing to see, nothing to tell and nothing to smell. My senses must be on a relaxation tour to some renowned spa. Lucky dudes. Wish I could do something like that…you know, get inside a Boeing and fly away to some exotic tourist destination or something of dat sort. But that may also be lonely. Finally, fun maybe not for everyone.
I feel like a prisoner inside this house, with only a PC and an idiot to look up to. Switch them on, and temporary happiness bounds you for a few minutes. But I think these people are too busy. They just get offline after sometime….and back you are to yourself.
Fond memories of school and the fun over there run back to me, and I wait for that moment of freedom to come soon. But once it’s open and running, terror strikes back. You want it to close. You’ve had enough of it. You can’t stand it anymore. You start praying to all those God’s you know…and finally you get it closed after it has injected a severe virus inside your brain.
Now I feel like to go back to the beginning, and make a happy ending. But you’ve already made a mistake. There are no corrections in this game. Once you’ve done it, you’re screwed. Betta learn from it, dude. That’s wat they call experience these days.
Must be because Muscat is such a lonely place. They’re such abundant natural beauty around, but once you’ve seen it in such a matter that you can imagine the place without a single mistake, everything turns grey again. The path is now getting old. Its beaten. Its not exotic anymore.
This thing must be applicable to me….
“Be content with what you have….or you gotta repent.”
Hell…back to grassroots again.
