Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Word Vomit

" A fine line separates the weary recluse from the fearful hermit. Finer still is the line between hermit and a bitter misanthrope"

Recently I turned into a bitter misanthrope. I am super critical about everything around me and I am bitter. About everything; about my life, about my job (right now my life = my job so that is redundancy for you!) about decisions I made, decisions I didn't make.

If I was practising Islam as well as I should be, I would have understood that this is all Qadaa wa Qadar. Everything is predestined. Yet I am unable to cope with what is going on in my life. Or what is not going on with my life.

It was very foggy this morning. While driving in my neighborhood in the thick blinding fog I was almost expecting to see bloodied winged monsters. I should have known that getting flashbacks of silent hill was not the best way to start your day! On my way back home, I saw a road killed cat. Not the best way to end your day either!