Pipmeister

The reason for the duff's absence was that he has had a major shift in his life once again. A few days after his birthday in April, he was called up for an interview, and he got the job within 2 days. So once again, he's back into the slave pen.

However, this was a job he actually didn't mind doing, or deep down even wished for it. He gets a good pay to trade in the huge foreign exchange markets of the world with OTHER PEOPLE'S MONEY. In essence, he gets to trade, and while he has his targets to meet, it affects his own pocket less directly than how he used to do for the last year.

Thus, he had to change his whole mindset. Back to work, getting proper clothes, trying to get in shape due to said clothes (after a year in boxers, he has forgotten what long sleeves feel like and how a paunch looks to others under the thin veneer of cotton).

So once again, a boss, early nights to bed and earlier than usual dawns of torture. Fatigue, having to make pleasantries and being pretentious are now a daily affair. And he's loving it.
For since he was but a lad, he had always wished to be able to work in the middle of the financial district, to wear stuffy clothes and eat overpriced food for lunch, and go for a drink in the evenings at the pubs by the river.

Pity reality has other plans besides those. Instead, he has to do homework, going home early only to carry on watching the markets. A boss with high expectations and higher targets for him to meet means only more stress and higher blood pressure, which in his geniality, is as good as a death curse. Not forgetting the fact that he usually sucks at trading save for the occasional home runs leave much work, research and character building to be done.

Once again, another hard year ahead for him. Just last night he was once again wondering when the drudgerry will end, and when he would be able to rest on his laurels. 20 years? 30 years? Never? He reminded himself on how green the grass always is on the other side. How he used to want to start work when he was studying. How he wishes he could play freely as he did in school, once he started work. Then he remembers things like fighting spirit, rising to the occasion, and conquering odds and adversary.

Delusional? Which is nature's equilibrium for the human condition? Which is the Truth?