The state of being..

..completely dull witted should explain my absence .

The corporate world is slowly draining me of my sense of humour. sense of misery. everything feels perfectly bland.

Galle.

I took the bus to work today and the morning sun was harsh. I turned my face upward and concluded the sun over Colombo is too mundane. The sun above Galle scorched my skin to an interesting brown.

I looked around and concluded that Colombo is too uptight. too grey.

My phone fell in to water while trying to reach a little Island of which the owner had completely forgotten to put a deck or a boat service or something of the sort ,so that people could get to the other side without getting soaked in salt water , shivering from head to toe..and turn up asking for something strong.

So I was phoneless for 4 days . The relief, to my surprise was immense. of course the whole time , at the back of my head , i was dreading getting it back from repairs , looking at all the missed calls and messages would kill me. no doubt 99.99% of them were from my client, who btw called me at one point, in his most patient voice asked me whether he could buy me a phone ! now I keep smelling my phone , for it came from being repaired smelling like something toxic.

My friends have complained I'm anti social. one of them at a crucial juncture in her life was visiting her in laws to be . and I was not around. another came down for a vacation like he does every year but for the first time in years I saw him only once. just once. he left and sent me a mail hoping we will meet more often next time around. bummed me out. another broke up with her boyfriend and i still haven't seen her. it has already become old news. i was supposed to call the people i stayed in Galle with. but no,. i didn;t even do that. I haven't had the time or the energy to talk to my brother. I said I am 24 and flinched at it when he asked me how old I am and then asked what advise I could offer him from where I am. 5 years older.

I need to quit. i have a nicely typed out resignation which is yet to be put to good use.

I have been told there's more to life.

I'm just being difficult of course. working hard when u r young should be no problem. how would one have a roof over their head if they didn't. I'm sure my father wouldn't kick me out. but what if? i have a loan to pay. the bank will hunt me down if a payment gets a day late. there should be money in my account.

This is all very absolutely boring.

Too many people by now know who I am. know who the Middle Child is. I see them looking at me, judging me, in the loo,in the canteen..plain Jane blogs?

Mundane bloody life.