Drilling my head back to the source

Monday

Drilling my head back to the source

The noise was a form of vagaries of uncertain circumstances of my life. The knocking of the hammer followed by the deep drilling in the office on weekdays, snoring of the love ones at nights and the sound of renovation from my next door neighbour on weekends, were adding up to my aggravation.  Just like the renovation of my life, filled with much noise, that I am losing thoughts and sleep. A crazy nightmare that doesn’t make sense, predictability of that significant other that keep proving me right to the point that I am losing my sanity and changes in plans from friends due to unforeseen circumstances that wasn’t part of the overall picture. Like my ramblings, is getting out of topic, all over the place without much logic or even a point to make. It is just noise. 

I feel my mendacious nature is peeking trying to find faults with my own world. From each corner and perspective of my life, it is finding a reason to be cynical and hate. You think going to psychologist is bad, dude, even my psyche would need a 3 shrinks to go through my mind right now.