If I had graduated last April what could have happened is this:
I’ll end up crazy in some nameless street in Singapore.
And because I did not graduate last April and I am very susceptible to criticisms from family and friends, I have come to think that either way around life is crazy for the inevitable and irrevocable quasi circumstances that leave people to regret the one thousand things they could have done over the two thousand they wish undone.
“I was like this therefore I am like this,” would not serve my case. But what can I say?
A friend tells me a month ago that he feels futile. I ask him now and I hear the echo of his futile self.
Out of the blue, I receive a wall post in Facebook that says I should fix my life. Another friend likes the post.
A drunk Philosophy teacher preaches “You can’t end up with x, y, and z. You end up with one. That’s when you end up with x. You end up with me.”
“Suit yourself,” a friend says. The same friend says, “You are addicted to disallowing people to be happy.”
Another friend asks me if I have certain issues I have to tell him about because I am very sarcastic the whole day.
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This could not be the commencement of my 21st year.
P.S.
Talk to me when I have developed the one-time skill to clean my room because that will mark the end of this phase. When that happens, I can do just about anything.
For instance, a new blog for my new perception.
