If world weariness is a phase, then my entire life has been a phase.
I live a “full” life.
When I go to class, I am eager to learn and study.
When I go to work, I am eager to uncover and create.
When I go I meet master, I am eager to please and be pleasured.
When I read, I am eager to be entertained and enlightened.
When I walk in the street, I am eager to observe and understand.
When I meet new people, I am eager to discover and communicate.
When I travel, I am eager to investigate and indulge.
Yet, no matter how much momentary pleasure I derive from the world, the stench of boredom, nihilism and cynicism have started to influence my experiences.
I meet a lot of people, I always have, but at 16 I wanted to know everything about them. I would spend a week and explore the human being before me (and after that it would be over). But now, I feel like I can engage for a few hours at the most after which I either typecast or abandon.
I overhear a lot of discussion in the market and on streets, force of habit, and it would never fail to amuse me. I loved to experience the world-view of another. To create the entire life of the person who was making one statement.
Yesterday, while I was out to buy magazines and cigarettes, I heard unceasing election-chatter, I was not amused or even interested beyond the surface information.
I read the news with a lot of interest, I derive perverse pleasure out of it, and now i read it just to know. Now I make just rational connections between one piece of news and the other. Nothing more.
I guess what I am trying to say is, nothing surprises me anymore.