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Lost and Searching

I've been going through a weird phase lately. I'm just not at peace and this for me is a feeling I am not really familiar with.

Nothing around seems familiar to me. I keep looking for something more.

I am not able to sink myself into the mind-numbingness of the T.V and computer.

I'm not even able to concentrate on my books.

I'm looking around me and the mess and general untidiness in my room isn't making me feel like I'm right where I belong. I feel like I'm a stranger in my own house. I wander around, picking up things and setting things down again. I begin things and leave them halfway through. Talking to my friends doesn't enthrall me as it once did.

I need something to shake me up.

A near-death experience maybe??

Comments

sodamncool said…
a near-death experience might only land up making you want to do new things...
appreciating, what you have, more... and
want to accomplish certain things because now you may think you may actually kick the bucket anytime...

if you wanted to do new things then you would've landed up doing it now anyways...give it a few days..it may pass...if it doesn't..then ummm
Gentle Whispers said…
So damn cool: Yup, the feeling passed soon enough. I'm back to my normal self now.

Nice to see you here though. Hope I see many many comments from you in the future..
Xorkes said…
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Xorkes said…
near-death?? hehehe
time for u to hop-skip-jump!!
why not try shooting some baskets. one of those things that keeps u happy other than alcohol ;)
Gentle Whispers said…
Xorxes: Shooting baskets makes me happier for sometime. Not for very long. Alcohol on the other hand, is more of an accompaniment to happiness for me. Not an actual route to happiness. And though I may sound like a drunkard by certain posts, I'm not really one :)
Mynie said…
i think you needed to be slapped and slapped real hard to be shaken to conciousness..i think it's about time
Gentle Whispers said…
@ mynie: What did I do to you????
Ace said…
I agree with Mynie! You probably aren't getting enough homework, or exams are not yet round the corner. :P
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Ace: i think you'd agree with Mynie if she said the sun shone out of her ass!! So I'm sure you'll forgive me if I don't take you too seriously!! :P
Ace said…
@ gentle whispers: What did I do to you?
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Ace: Nothing. Facts are facts!

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