In An Elevator By Myself
17 th October 2024 (A boring Thursday of the trimester break) Some days are grey. They are for introspection and feeling like you’re stuck in an elevator with yourself. Everything else happening around you feels like generic elevator music. You know it’s there and that you’re listening to it because you’re in the elevator but you’re not really paying any attention to it. Today feels like that. I am at work and doing inane work related things on the side, but the self-reflection is heavy, and it has easily pushed everything else to the brink of insignificance. What is it that am I trying to fix in my life with other stuff? What is missing in my life currently? Why do I feel the need to be validated by boomers even though I know they are not the authorities on life or living? Have I forgotten the art of constantly working and being on top of assignments and work? Has the existential dread got so bad that I need to constantly chase escape mechanisms to...