Today is the last working day of the month. I was just mulling over this during lunch. I don’t know why. It never was a significant thing. Maybe it still isn’t. It may have been just an insignificant fact which popped into my head. But then again lately, I have started marking off insignificant dates and incidents. Maybe there is a subliminal urge to seek out a milestone. I need to know perhaps, where I stand now and what lies ahead. I get nervous when I feel the urge to seek out the next path, the next objective. I feel agitated when I cant see “what’s next”. I’m the sort who keeps peeking over to see what’s around the corner, what’s in the next page, or the next chapter. Somehow I have not managed to live and revel in the here and now. I think that accounts for a large part of my unhappiness. Am I odd?