Fury

I'm feeling extremely furious right now,but I refuse to let such a silly little thing bother me that much.So I'll go into it,while keeping the explanations scant and images vague-because honestly this travesty that has befallen me calls for a bit of discretion,suffice to say it's a tad embarrassing.But it's got nothing to do with relationships,in case you were speculating.

Ok,I did something I wasn't supposed to and as a consequence I've been punished-my initial reaction was blind fury,directed at those bloody assholes behind computers trying to dictate my freedom.Okay,there are computers involved,and that's as much juice I'm handing out.Thing is,I'm starting to think that we,have become overly attached to immaterial things that might not matter that much.Computers,gadgets,technology-the inanimate,the cold,the silver.So I say bring on the silly punishments,you can be unjust and unfair to me-because it really isn't unjust or unfair if those things don't really matter to me,so go ahead and abuse your power over me by stripping off certain rights and things I don't need from me,I can take it.

Started a scrapbook today-I feel that as the course progresses and subjects become dryer and therefore less interesting,it's up to me to ensure that my creative side doesn't die out from idleness.I'm also in the process of picking up other new hobbies,I really need to keep my soul alive if not I'll end up becoming another silly businessman without anything much to set him apart from everything else,eternally bound to a life of emptiness,one unbeknown st even to himself.Really,it's not that dramatic so don't take the exaggeration too seriously.

Had a bloody good weekend-but as they say,even too much of something good can be deemed excessive and bad.It's like if I'm too high up in the clouds,I know in my heart something's just not right-the tiny bit of misery helps keep me grounded and sane.

I look forward to tomorrow.And I haven't been this optimistic or contented in a long time.It's probably the scrapbook-sometimes I get so immersed in it,I totally lose track of time and everything else.It's another form of escapism-one of hundreds.