You make me feel invisible.

In my feeble attempts to shake off the gawd-damned indifference towards Everything Else, which included pro-involvement at work, playing Uncle Agony to peers, ruling out all cynicism in life - well, for five minutes anyway - giving a trip to watch the rallies a thought and going to the gym, I wondered when did the jadedness sink in anyway.

I do not know when it all started, this second-rated Rebel-Wannabe Without A Cause campaign.

But it certainly went on for too long, and need to stop in time before I start living alone with a cat, unhappy with life and sipping hot milo peng with Jacob's crackers. It hadn't been easy. I find myself getting upset over nothing, not sure where I was heading to, wondering if I am really just running around like a headless chicken. And the next moment it was as though I took too much Valium, drowned in over-sweetened milo peng. My sudden enthusiasm was scaring people. Even I am not used to the new me, and this isn't anything planned on my imaginary Filofax. I imagined this as something more of a spontaneous intuition, something out of the bohemian bible. I wonder how long it will last. Inconsistency is my biggest enemy, along with Procrastination.

I find it hard to read my own mind sometimes.
So I scrolled down my phonebook to see if anyone could share my madness, but there was none.