Loving at its Lowest.

Part 1

Well, how's life, how are you doing?

I have been asked this question very often lately, my answer was always the same, all is good, but none of it was.

Our life has been so dull that we sound like robots. the movie is played each day, of course, I am not sure if everyone is like that or if I am just no fun.

I wake up tired, and that mattress breaks my back, trying to get myself ready not just physically but emotionally as well, trying to be on time to catch the bus and let's get not let get started on that Bus.

So many people each morning trying to fit in a small space, all of us carrying our bags and lunch Bentos like refugees, some of us reek of excessive cheap perfume and some smells like onions and sleep breath, not sure where I fit between these two, to be honest.

We try to be patient and bear each other through that bus, trying to even avoid eye contact. As soon as the bus makes it departs, my imagination does as well, even if it is uncomfortable and somewhat tiring, but I lose my thoughts and start rooming from one topic to another, nothing R-rated of course and nothing that makes sense either, to be honest again .

Once I am almost at the office, I try to calculate what is the best route for me to escape this bus, which door should I use, left or right, and how can I go this bus without bumping into people's backsides, without feeling like I am being molested? intended or not, it still feels very uncomfortable.

After much thinking I just go for it, sometimes I hit my head, and I almost broke my glasses, yes very clumsy, I will be apologizing to people until I feel the breeze of the outside hit my face and I will be like whoa Fresh Air! no more worries for the day.

I cross the road, thinking about whether should I buy coffee or Tea; very interesting questions, I don't know about you but I like coffee more, it slaps my senses wake. Anyway, my mornings always start so hectically.

Just as I enter the office, I always wonder, why do I go home in the first place. why just not sleep here? that would save me the hassle and waste of money.

this dilemma continuously repeats every day, and people be asking me did I do it, or how was my day? okay just stop it already. As much as I am sick of it somehow I found some comfort and peace.