I have been bit by the writer’s bug; if such a thing did not exist, I guess this new disease has decided to make me its first victim. This is my fourth essay in one week and I wonder how I have found the time to pen anything. Life is certainly not business as usual. Life is not even business as anything. Right now it is simply just life with its everyday rants and displays of thirst and disgust. I am not depressed! No, I am not even frustrated. I have tried to describe my emotions and the closest word that comes to mind is exasperation, or even better still, peevishness. If I were a woman, it would have been “that time of the month” but since I am not, I would have to dig deep to figure out what this has to do with my anatomy…or biology…if anything.
So, why the confusing emotion, you might ask. Well, I can blame it on fatigue or maybe for a better word, exhaustion. When exhausted, the human mind seeks solace somewhere else.