I Hate People

I despise people. People who tell me this - "Oh...two months holiday! How lucky!" or "You must be enjoying your two months off!" I feel like giving these people a tight slap to wake them up from their dream and face reality. Please, exchange places with me then. It definitely is not a holiday. It's a nightmare, it's more than ploughing paddy fields for twenty four hours. It's harder than working OT for three days in an office without stopping. This is serious twenty four by seven full time job that has no ending. No public holidays, no weekends. No pay.

Forget about favourite TV shows. Forget about reading the book you've just bought. Forget about catching the latest movie. If I had just ten minutes to spare, I choose to sleep. My craving for sleep is more than cravings for any kind of food. I am no more a food monster. Stomach gurgling, I would still close my eyes rather than get up to get some food and lose the precious ten minutes.

I hate seeing others in bed. I hate hearing people coming out of their cars at 3am after having fun at the local pubs. Why on Earth? Wait till their day comes when sleep is so precious. If only I could have that five hours of uninterrupted sleep. It would be like striking the lottery and becoming a millionaire. Four hours is Godsend. Two hours a night is the norm.

I cry myself to sleep when I am so angry hearing others snoring. Sometimes, insomnia hits. The little one makes a bit of sound and everyone wakes up to soothe him but no one, I repeat, no one is going to wake up to give me a hug when I cry. The most difficult thing to do in life, I realised is to wake yourself up at the point of falling into deep sleep. How the body aches! How it feels like a heavy dead log, aching limbs, thriving for another two minutes and yet, you have to pull yourself up.

Two months of blissful holiday? My foot. It is insufficient. They know that no one will be able to work during the two months. How to? There's just no more time left. It's not 'resting' period at all. The worse is yet to come when I have to go back to work. I suddenly feel like quitting.

Is this all worth while? Yes, for the two minutes of the angelic looking eyes, so pure, so innocent, looking at you as if you're his whole world.