Staying at home on my usual one-month long vacation has enabled me to take stock of my life and where I want to go from this point. One thing is for sure; I'm done living in hell's oven. It's the kind of sickening place where you get half your money's worth for every food item you purchase, making you some sort of semi-functional humanoid. It's a place where you're asked for a continuous output of information but are given measly input, on the condition that you're willing to travel several miles for it, as a result, rendering two-thirds of its population, complete morons. Everyone is more than glad to take material gifts from you, showering you with pseudo praise and affection soon after but leaving you to perish on the street from starvation right in front of their houses, months later. It's the kind of place where people occasionally complain about the pitiable state of their lives, but have no real intention of getting out of their self imposed plights. They yearn for monstrously ugly villas, truckloads of money, permanent jobs and faithful spouses. Yet, it never occurs to them that their pursuit of happiness could be simplified if only they could act saner, learn new skills, acquire more knowledge and become better people and not the pretentious saintly douchebags that they genuinely are. I'm mad at myself for having permitted others to drag me into this shithole and madder at time for not passing quicker. Spending another two and a half years here is unthinkable especially since I refuse to play along with the devil's helpers any longer. I'm sick of the 'friends' who leave you at the mercy of people they know you hate, leave you standing right beside them to witness their grotesque shagging sessions and sick of the ones who are never there for you when you most need them. Family tires me with their endless demands and impositions. Relatives on social networking sites happen to be the worst, with their pathetic posts which are in reality, desperate and annoying cries for attention. I mean who really wants to know what some sad old wrinkled hag wore to a party? You'd just be glad she's still alive and made it this far. And the flaky cousin who's constantly uploading photos and changing his relationship status to show the world how popular and desirable he still is? You'd have died never to be in his shoes, the day you witnessed him drop a bomb in a classroom full of cute eighth graders. Anyway, enough about the distant past. More recently, having to stand in the proximity of the Devil's spawn during my dearest grandfather's funeral, was more than I could bear. I could've grabbed a shovel right then, hit them all on the head and sent them flying straight into their afterlives. The disgust at encountering them wass just too overwhelming; the equivalent of having to endure an abscess in your brain for a few minutes. Year 2014! How I long for you! Your arrival is sure to kick me out of this zombie like stupor which I walk around in nowadays. The word 'Freedom' has taken on a whole new meaning for me. I don't even want a great love life anymore. To be forever free from the chains binding me to this private hell I've landed myself in, is all I ask for.
