I hate everything...

...those who know me, will find such a statement to be quite out of character but at this very moment in time, that is how i'm feeling. Contempt for the world, antipathy for myself, even disdain towards the inanimate objects that surround me.

Why? What possible event or hardship could have triggered such an extreme reaction? Well, none. Nada, nothing, zip and that is precisely the problem. Mediocrity, mundanity, any other words that end in 'ty' and refer to the perpetual state of insignificance that is humanity should be listed here.

I know, all those 'full 0f life' types will be saying 'live every day to the max' and there is so much to do and see and learn and bla bla bla. I know, I know but right now I just don't care about anything and I don't know why. Even the things that I hold close and supposedly value greatly seem to invoke a numb sameyness, or a lack of inspiration and I sincerely hope that this is the result of a temporary slump and not the beginning of a trend in my life, otherwise it truly is over, barely as its begun. (Figuratively speaking).

Its times like these when that universal word of repudiation sums it all up, WHATEVER!