Something my cousin told me yesterday while I was blading with him and my sister had left me a little troubled. I wouldn’t say it had bugged me very terribly, but more like on a subconcious level. I wonder, if it was the reason that made me zone in and out through the day.
I wonder if it was the reason that made me play 270 balls at the driving range yesterday. I wonder if it was the reason that made me decide to get the next 90 balls even though I was tired, blistered and aching in my shoulders. I wonder if it was the reason I still played on though my shots were all haywire because of my fatigue.
I wonder if it was the reason which made me LAN with my friend on BF2 till 5am. I wonder if it was the reason which made me want to play the commander, which I usually don’t like because it takes the fun away from mindless killing.
I wonder if it was the reason for my extremely disappointing day on the golf course, or it was the blisters and aching shoulder.
I wonder if it’s really just because of work instead.
I wonder why I just want to get out of the house and go somewhere.
I wonder, I really wonder.
