I’m frustrated; professioally, personally and sexually.

                                                                                                                                                 

Ok, so to begin with, I am so frustrated, so very much. I am completely surrounded by my frustration, by my professional under achievements, personal woes and sexually unfulfilled. Now, let’s explore them one by one.

Professional frustration

                                            As a corporate slave, we compromise our social lives, our dream of being satisfied with the job we are doing and of course all the ill treatments by our superiors. And we hope that we will get paid for all those compromises. But in reality, at least in my life it’s just a farfetched dream. So I take leaves as many as possible to make my life sociable, but they all go wasted as I hardly have people around me whom I can call friends (I am far far away from my family). So I curse the job do every day and blame all my troubles on it, and I do it religiously. I try to yell at my superiors and try to give them some real hard times as much as possible, dangerously being at the sideline, where a little push can make me jobless again.

                        Still I don’t learn that any corporate slave is anything but happy and satisfied in his or her life.

Personal frustration:

                                      Well, this is the place I don’t know where to start from and where to end it. Life seems to be an ocean of troubles and problems. And problems, oh! I tell you, they are way tough and weird than calculus. Just when u feel that you got rid of one hell of a puzzle, boom! You have another jigsaw puzzle waiting for at the very next step. You solve that and again you have plenty of puzzles, troubles and issues are right there looking at you, to jump on you. What am I? A troubleshooting machine? A crazy genius who hates all the fun and only find it amusing to fix all the issues in life?

                                                                                                                                 Everything in my life seems to be a problem, let it be the ‘family expectation’, ‘ambition in life’, ‘desires I cherish’ or the ‘love of my life’. Every one of them falls apart in regular interval and I just see them falling apart so helplessly.

                                                                                                                                                                                Yet, I refuse to see what life has given me. The minutes of happiness rather than the hours of sorrows, which is an equation of ‘happiness/sorrows’ = 1.

Sexual frustration:

                                 Now, now, all the ladies who are prejudiced about sex or just want to read this section to criticize me or the whole male community by saying we are perverts and sexual predators, please!! BACK OFF!!!!!

                                          Sometimes I feel like it’s a curse to be an Indian, where you are legally and socially eligible to have sex only after marriage. It’s just too much for me. I am a normal 20 something guy whose ‘dojo’ shouts and screams at him every day to get him a ‘cat’(Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?). Hell, I am in need girls to fulfill my sexual need, to have a blowjob, to play dirty games, to have sexual intercourse. But, alas! An open-minded girl friend in India is like searching the lamp of genie.

           Hell, still I keep forgetting, when I am the man, when it was just my time……

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