I think this is the longest while that I've had too much time for myself since I stopped attending school ages ago. I'm jobless for more than two months now.
Being unemployed can be very rewarding. I get to sleep however long I want to sleep. I can go visit friends and attend get-together's without worrying about missing a day's work. I now take my time eating meals. I now shower longer. I can also sit all day doing nothing. Being at this stage of idleness, I'm able to think about my past experiences and write about them. It lets me assess my current situation and helps me plan for my future actions.
Lately, I'm beginning to feel the ill effects of lazing around. My budget's already drained. I now ask for money to buy little joys like fishball and barbecues. I can't afford a frapuccino anymore. I'm slowly becoming a prisoner of my own home. I can't go out. I'm stuck.
When you're stuck, the only natural thing to do is to think of ways to get unstuck. For me, the solution is easy, I just need to look for a job, land in one, and viola! problem solved. So, why am I not searching for a new job?
I've got one simple answer: I got cooped up in a very comfortable place. I know I'm stuck but who said that I wanted to get out?