Ctzn_Soldier
Member
Lately I have been feeling like the Masked Man, someone with two identities. By day I'm the work 'super hero' that exists to solve everyones problems. I take care of their needs and they happily toddle off to their little gray squares otherwise known as a cubicle. I am a computer programmer by trade and I suppose I appear unapproachable but I do have feelings and I want to belong. I would like to feel again, to be wanted and loved. It's time to go home, silent, empty, foreboding home. Force feed something down, take my only companion, for a walk. Flick a few mindless TV shows, maybe read a bit, take some Ambien and pass out just to wake and do it again. All of this weekly swirling and blending of days rises and reaches a crescendo otherwise known as the dreaded week-end which is just more torture. By Sunday night my stress levels are so high I can barely stand it. I actually sort of look forward to Monday so that I'll be with people again. How sick is this? I really don't expect anyone to reply, it's really hitting me today and I needed to get it out.