Basket Case

I really like the Green Day song of the same title.

Music like that only reflects the mood that I am at, like grasping at emotional straws that some times have no tangible threads or connections.

I wish I could say that I was any better…but the valium, while only a temporary relief is not solving something that I seem to be lacking in the bigger picture.

I wish I knew why and what, but the doctor seems to have no clue.

And yes, my closest friends in the world happen to be doctors too, and I sometimes like to take digs at their profession, but really, medicine does not have the cure or diagnosis for everything.

Like I have been banned from exercise.

How can the doctor not know that endorphins are one of the things that really make me happy and telling me to stop running and volleyball playing is like a sword through the heart?

Granted, I initially joined volleyball in uni because I wanted to prev at the hot Aussie guys who took up the sport as well.

But I grew to love it and now, finally finding a group of people who share a common interest and love to play the sport too, is like a gift from heaven.

And who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth?

So why oh why do I have to stop playing volleyball?

I just wish I got better answers to things which is literally making me crazy.

Thank goodness I have not been banned from piano playing yet. And the only consolation sits in my dining room, crying out for me to pound its keys while I mete out punishment in the form of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony, just to make myself feel better.

In the meantime, here is something really funny: