“Save Me” by Aimee Mann… “You look like a perfect fit, for a girl in need of a tourniquet. But can you save me?”

I should have my attention elsewhere, like on the work that needs to be done for tomorrow. Graphical User Interfaces do not build themselves and their functionality is not implemented automatically, unfortunately. I am distracted by the songs in my head that seem to have been written right now only for me. They play over and over to define the way I am feeling at each passing moment. They don’t always define in words either. Sometimes an instrumental piece speaks more volumes about a particular moment than any words could. Perhaps there are no words out there that can describe these feelings, or perhaps there are. Either way, I never learned them.

When you’re feeling a little down, sometimes “dog of hair” works. You combat it with things that are equally down and they help you to filter the melancholy from yourself. In a strange way it’s edifying to listen to sad songs at these times. I don’t even know why I feel this way and I’m not even sure if it’s sadness. It’s that inexplicable mellow gloomy feeling of complacence, making me feel that I have nothing to do because everything seems fine and inductile.

One of the attributes I consider as a criterion for a great painter is to know boundaries; to know when a painting is finished so it won’t be overdone. Thinking about it, it’s one of the attributes that make a great person too. Whether you’re a painter or not, you should know when to stop. Life is bitter-sweet when you’re feeling sullen in addition to having deadlines and tests to pass. They collectively throw into your face the stark reality that life is full of such moments that question you and your abilities, both academically and emotionally. I should try to be like a great painter and stop myself right here, and get on with finishing my work instead of sitting around inhaling the random mental aromas emanating from songs.