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Tuesday 10/09 : Wen's thoughts
I wake up to the smell of cold coffee. My mug is right where I put it yesterday. Or was it the day before that? My eyes linger for a few minutes, my head rested on the mattress.
The mug made a stain on the wooden floor. I mean, I'm guessing based on the mark on the mug. It's not like I can see the floor anyway with all this mess.
I get up, sore from the too little sleep I got. I try to avoid as much trash as possible as I make my way to the kitchen. The kitchen, which is ten feet away, is the cleanest part of the apartment. I'm not too big of a cook, I usually order online. Thankfully, last night, I wasn't too hungry and left a big piece of pizza in the microwave.
After breakfast, I usually wash my face. I hate the feeling of sticky eyelids. I spent too much time gaming last night.
I should really get a job.
The deli at the corner is looking for a delivery man from what I saw online. I grab my jacket. Look in the mirror. Put my jacket back.
Nah. This is ridiculous.
I sit at my computer and start browsing social media. Ten ways you can improve your CV. What recruiters are looking for in 2024?
My chair is cracking. This is stupid. What have I done all my life?
I never thought of myself as unhappy. It's not that I hate going out, it's more like I hate the implications that going out has. Being perceived all the time is exhausting. People's expectations are always rising. The more you do, the more they demand.
I used to be a studious kid. But for the teachers, what mattered was for me to "open up a bit more". As if getting straight A's wasn't enough, I also needed to be entertaining enough to make friends. What's the problem between teacher and shyness? You're the one who choose to spend the rest of your life talking in front of middle schoolers. Not everyone dreams of becoming a speaker.
I sight. Making a CV seems boring now.
Something I love about staying home is gaming. I switch the tabs on my screen. Let's hop on Valorant for a bit. I mute my mic and start smashing the keyboard as usual.
Win. Win. Lose. Win. Lose. Lose.
Stupid team. The support was ass. I don't want to play this game anymore. Let's go on League. My ranking got up. I've got my money worth of this game. Let's show them what I am made of ...
But after all, it's still League. Too many assholes on there. I'm tired. Why other people suck? I would rather play alone.
I had this idea the other night, a build I could do on Minecraft. What if I lived somewhere where I could be self-sustainable? Everything would be automatically. I wouldn't have to go out anymore. Not even have to call to order pizzas, or even think about getting a job.
Why is the world not made that way? What's wrong with wanting peace for yourself? What I see on my screen is like a dream. It builds a strong feeling inside my stomach. This reality looks so much better, and I'm the creator of it. Tears starts building up in my eyes. Another yawn escapes my mouth. What a day.
