Some things change your life.

Some things come into your life and leave an indelible mark on you, making you a completely different person.

And some things just plain screw you up.

I think the December hols comes under that.

I dont want to sound like a low budget Hollywood zombie flick but everyone is changing, man. Everyone's going crazy. Especially the sec4s who are as of now purposeless, identity-less and, very unfortunately for the rest of us, senseless.

I smsed Latha a couple of days ago. I think at the end of it we just reached a firm conclusion that we have absolutely nothing to do with the holidays. First I messaged some random lame message to her. She asked if I was very bored. I said yes, I was very bored; was she? And I found out that yes, she was in fact very bored. I asked her what she was doing with her holidays. She said, absolutely nothing. And what a coincidence, I say, I am doing absolutely nothing too. The hols are such a bore, aren't they, I ask. Yes, she replies, they are such a bore. I ask her what she is doing now. She replies (one and a half days later) that nothing is changed and she is still feeling bored.

The thoroughly productive conversation ended about there.

But there's the problem, see? I called up a friend because I have absolutely nothing to do and we end up talking about how we have absolutely nothing to do, because we have nothing else to talk of; that being because, as aforementioned, we have not been doing much of absolutely anything.

Everyone's going crazy. Tagboards are filled with people who appear occasionally and spew out a line from a song and then disappear, only to appear a day later and spew out another line before disappearing again. People are spamming a dozen message at a go without making a point (myself included). People tell me they "woke up early today, barely past 11 in the morning."

Nerves of steel that I might possess, even I have not been exempt from the effects of the hols. I met up with a friend a week or so ago and we were talking about Inter-House Dramafest (I acted for Morrison). So we were discussing the plays, and I ask:

"...the Hullett play had a good premise though. Did you watch it?"

Eyebrows raised, "I was sitting next to you when you were watching it, maybe?"

Realisation dawns, "Oh yah, hor..."

We went on to discussed the Morrison play; I ask:

"Hey the Morrison play was on a different day, right? Did you watch it?"

With a face that is approximated by -.-, "I acted with you in it, maybe?"

"Oh yah, hor..."

Some things just plain screw you up.