Jet Lagged: A Midnight Snack

Jet Lagged

Did you ever feel like you're the missing puzzle piece? 

It's like melancholy would strike you anytime, anywhere, whether you are prepared to take it on or not. 

Being the smartest kid in your graduating class no longer count because right now, you feel like all those years spent in your campus were a huge mistake. This was not the life that you have envisioned to be, though it used to be the life that you have planned for.

Everything just seems so misplaced. Your dogs. Your long-time boyfriend, whom you guess will never be your husband, let alone, your fiance. Even your mother. 

Why do everyone seem to be busy and contented and happy, while you are screaming inside of boredom, loneliness and regret every day since your adult life has started.

You just type grocery lists on your phone, pretending to be texting a colleague about a serious work matter, whilst hoping for a goodnight message (when it's noon time) that never penetrated your service network.

*Written for Poet's United Midnight Snack Edition 003.

5 dropped their thoughts:

Kim Nelson | September 20, 2011 at 9:53 AM

This really broke my heart. Nice write!
(I have to tell you, though, all of the ads on your blog make it a less than wonderful experience.... feel free to edit this out without posting...)

Miss `Chievous | September 20, 2011 at 4:36 PM

Thanks, Kim. I thought so. People visit my blog to read and nobody clicks on my ads. Not a good niche for Google Ads eh? I might as well remove them. Thanks! :)

Susannah | September 21, 2011 at 3:05 AM

I really enjoyed this. :-) It is a good piece of writing that kept me engaged and wanting to read more. It would be a really great start to a longer story too.

Miss `Chievous | September 21, 2011 at 7:08 AM

Thank you so much, Susannah. I dream of becoming a novelist. Maybe someday.

Anonymous | September 22, 2011 at 9:35 PM

awesome and thought provoking. lots of us wonder if campus life was a dream when we get dropped into the reality of this hectic world. the last para was emotional. you built it to a climax. sometimes the simple hope for a goodnight message becomes too much to expect.

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