\\Uneasy\\ #thumbsizedstories #ep48 //Uneasy// Twiddling my thumbs while sitting alone in my living room I think about the small morsel of sadness I share with this world. Being done with all my chores, having eaten a meal, diminishes it a little, but by and large it is still a lingering thought. My latest issue is both being jobless and dearth of attention. I never wanted to be an attention monger, but lately I have found myself longing for it a lot. I can handle being jobless as long as I attend to all my small wants but I do not get to and it disturbs my status quo. In moments like these I associate myself with being the stubborn kid I pretended to be back when I was old enough to speak but not enough to drink alcohol. It was at that time loads of justified tantrums suffocated in the fabric of realistic expectations. I scuffled with my overzealous nature then, now I entertain them as eccentricities. We walk over many such simple outlooks and needs as unwarranted reactions but what they really represent is a manifestation of the hurt and pain we instill on our conscience with every decision we decide to move our life towards.
