I'm annoyed at the moodswing because the fastest way to shake myself out of a bad mood is good company. That, my loves, seems not to be an option in this place. After only four days here, I feel positively lonely. *sigh*
October 7, 2009
I'm in a mellow-kind-of-mood. The problem with extremists - as-all-extremists-know - is that we can't maintain a balance for too long. When I'm happy, I'm very happy. I'm singing-out-loud, dancing-in-streets and generally displaying my exuberance for-all-to-see. But when I'm not happy, I'm just not. There is very little anyone, aside-from-me, can do to shake me out of my misery. And it irks me to realize that I have very little idea how I managed-this-time to fall into this despondent-kind-of-state, but I have. I don't like it here. Maybe because I have very little interaction with anyone aside from my trainees and my co-trainer both of whom I'm sick of after a full day's work. I believe Quetta is possibly one of the very few cities in Pakistan where I cannot find a friend to hang out with after work. Also, I'm virtually trapped at the Serena. Turns out, they don't recommend that I (or any other woman of a non-Baloch nature) take a rickshaw and go out in the city on my own. And most-definitely not after dark. And by the time I get home, it's dark already. And cold. It's close to winter in Quetta and the air sucks all moisture out of your skin and replaces it with dust.