Turning 23 is not a big deal, says my wise friend.
So I explain to him how when you are 22 you are closer to 21 so random acts of craziness are permitted.
But at 23, you are closer to 25, so you have to under any circumstances, act MATURE.
I hate that word. And the fact that my colleagues think I am an 'ageist'.
I have completely stopped writing here. Maybe because my work involves so much of writing. I like it. I am learning a great deal.
And I have been forced to come to term with the fact that I don't really know it all.
There is a deadline at work this month, extreme deadline.
So I haven't had a proper weekend to rest.
On the brighter side, my closest friend has come back to my side of the town, so there will be many meet up!
Yesterday at work, I was listening to Satisfaction and couldn't help wondering what if I simply unplug my headphones and let the speakers blare, my wise friend replied that if it were a musical, my colleagues would join me in the chorus, but mostly I would be reprimanded. So I guess it's a pity my life is not a movie.
There is a lot of negativity at work these past days. But I try not to get affected by that.
Thank god for small mercies. Being with my family and meeting my friends probably saves my life in some way.
I watched Inception last week. I always liked these dream-reality-alternative world movies,  Matrix, for that matter or Constantine.
I wish I could hide the dull ache in my heart every time I read you. The only thing that reassures me is that I didn't dream or imagine it. And there won't be a going back because comfortable is a nice place to be.