Thoughts While Stuck at the Office

Day 53

Someone kill me. No, not really, but I’d rather be doing almost anything else. I understand how privileged and spoiled that sounds to be complaining so intensely about working in an air-conditioned (kinda) office to read and type. First-world problems at their finest. Suicidal thoughts might not be an appropriate response to working late but then what is? Because despite checking my privilege, my feelings of agony still haunt me.

Dramatic much? Since birth, son.

Well, this has taken a weird turn. But this is what’s in my head — take it or leave it. There really are no rules to this 100 Naked Word Challenge. Technically, I just finished my challenge for the day. Yet, I still feel unfilled. I wonder how much this post will matter in the grand scheme of things. When I’m at Day 365, will I look back and say, “this feels great…ooh…except for that Day 52 — that was pretty damn lazy”? Probably not. For one, I doubt this will be my laziest day. In fact, I’ve had worse already, but I’m sure there will be more in the future.

Am I doing this challenge right?

Hellooooo out there? Is anyone reading? Probably not. And if you are consider myself embarrassed. Who knew this would just turn into a digital diary for me. The only difference is literally anyone with an Internet connection could technically see this. Well, that sucks. Or maybe it doesn’t. Perhaps being me out loud is what I need.