Down

It's that time of month again (or not). The mysterious bouts of depression that may or may not have any sort of logical basis. In fact, it can be pretty intriguing to have a sense of emptiness popping out of nowhere when one was happy in the morning. Naturally, it is quite a swing, having happiness rapidly turn to something far more somber.

Anyway, while I am in the mood, I suppose it is only proper to reflect on the emptiness of life. Of course, this would concern how one's day can be dominated by work (even if it's enjoyable), leaving very little time for personal enjoyment. In fact, much of that personal enjoyment time is in turn taken up by people asking you out on weekends and every other time you are free.

Perhaps this sounds a tad antisocial, but one's social life can really be a drudge. But then again it's a view through oddly tinted emo-glasses. I expect my take on this would differ after a good sleep and all that.