I was walking up to Campus this morning for a lecture. I wasn't wearing any of my bright or loud shirts. I was in beige trousers and a plain dark blue shirt. I looked normal, basically.

I passed seven people on my ten minute walk, and since I was in a good and cheeful morning, I wished each one of them a "good morning" with a corteous smile to compliment. Every single one of them looked at me as if I was deranged, insane and as if I was breaking some social boundary and being down right rude.

To be honest, that ruined my morning, if not my whole day. With my current "unstable" mood, where I'm easily reminded of what a bad state this world is in, it really got to me.

I remember just a few years ago that everyone wished me a good day in return with eye contact and smiles. It gave me a sense that people weren't paranoid, secluded from the rest of the world and that they could be polite and friendly.

Perhaps that was because I was a cute and fluffly little child, but still, I've only grown taller since then. Oh well, feeling rather tired and groggy, I shall go to bed sulking about life yet again, having nightmares about the plethora of coursework that's to haunt me tomorrow.