My So-Dragged Life

Currently playing: "I'm a Believer" by Smash Mouth

My life in a digital film.
"C" told me that if he is to tell my life then he'd put it in an independent film.
All summed up.
Dark.
Intriguing.
Bold.
And daring.
He wanted to minimize the narration since I don't talk that much.
I told him that it's going to be a dragging film if he'll limit the narrative parts.
He then started to deliver the story.

An exhausted alarm clock ringing at 9'o'clock.
Snoozed in every 5 minutes.
Time wasted but alarming.
Time passed and it's getting so late.
Time to work.

Narration:
Every night for 21 months,
my life has always been like this.
Dragging.
It's me dragging myself to work,
or maybe it's the time dragging me to live.
Work.
Eat.
Sleep.
Work.
Sleep.
Work.
Eat.
Work.
Work.
I can only change some part of my routine by brushing my teeth first in the shower or redo my rituals.

At the workplace.

Working.

Break time.

Narration:
I work for living and it's a blow job.
I was already accustomed with the nature of my job.
Dealing with stressful customers,
solving problems,
working on stressful situations,
stressful atmosphere,
and worst,
working and understanding stressful people in the office who often multiplies all their complaints in the world.
But I'm trying not to be stressed out.
I want to make things better.
I'm working to make things better.
Making things breathier.
So the notion of distressing by smoking a cigarette works for me,
but I'm trying to smoke one stick during breaks.
I have three break schedules so it's 3 cigarette sticks in every shift.
I'd smoke another stick after shift as a reward after a hard -day's work.
I'd smoke another stick after every meal.
Another stick everytime I do the number 2.
Another stick if I feel like I have only 15 minutes left to live.
And another stick if I feel like I can live forever.