I don't feel good at all. Because it is not my day.
It is not my day, because responsibilities have piled on at work, my boss is returning to work tomorrow (which means more work), I felt bullied that everyone comes to me for everything, my shoulders ached like mad, I was really tired and kept zoning out, and my desk was in an entire mess. And I felt let down by a friend - attitude-wise, behavioural-wise.
In fact, towards the end, I was damn pissed.
Why the hell should I care about anything at all?
"I don't know." "I don't care." Damn it. I should learn to say these things more often. But argh, how to not care??? Isn't there an urge, or a tug inside you, to want to care? Something called responsibility? Oh ya. I doubt these people who can utter such words think that they are responsible for anything that goes wrong.
Or, people just get jaded. Because, they have went through this too. Again and again. And then, ultimately, there isn't just any point in getting upset. You end up, saying "I don't know." "I don't care.", just like the people you despise. Becoming one of those people you rant about during lunch hours to your close colleagues. I needn't learn it?
I need my sleep.
They say that a working life changes a person? I know why now. It's happening to me as well.
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