Four Two

Know that moment when you need to set alarms at 5-minute intervals because you are not sure you will wake up in the morning? Right? Not me! Over the past few months, With no classes to attend and no actual motivation to do what I need to, brings me to the state, I am in now, Absolute Vegetable. Achieved through sheer lack of willpower and unending boredom. Breakfast at 1? sounds like a dream, but I live it.

Call it lethargy, call it laziness, call it a waste of my precious time that I could use to do or learn something productive… wait, it is all that, but that’s not the point. The point is, after 3 years of engineering, at one point or another you will arrive at this stage. Now, there are many who have broken through this quite quickly while others take more time. As for myself, I willingly wish to remain here for a little longer.

It’s not a crime to take some time for yourself, you’ve spent the last 3 years, grueling and struggling, writing assignments after assignments, records after records, and watched as those papers of effort were cast aside with merely a glance. Remember that external examiner? Yea, I didn’t like her either. But worry not, it is both significant and insignificant. I’ll let you figure that out on your own. You might have pressure from your parents, either to get a job or to prepare for your MS. But know this, it’s an absolute necessity that you feel free.

Your freedom of choice to do what you “want”, rather than what you “should”. If the two things coincide, congratulations, you’ve done it. But if they don’t, all the best. I’m not here to offer you wishful advice on how to achieve all your goals and how to figure out what you need to do, remember I’m there with you myself.

At this point, you are probably wondering what I’m on about. For those of you looking for meaning in this text of bewilderment, don’t, there isn’t one. This is nothing but the inner monologue of a vegetable. You can instead think about something interesting. Like what vegetable would you be if you were one? Or why is the word for “Fear of long words”, Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia? Or maybe about what happens when you get “half scared to death”, twice? That’s my time with you, carry on and best of luck.