Heretic Pride

blerg.

i'm so sick of the grey.

grey city spaces, people, work environments, social interactions, ect.
the pervasive everyday grey that i tend to find myself surrounded by recently. i'm weary of pleasantries and co-worker conversation. i've had my fill of christmas themed niceties. i give up this december. humbug.
nothing is wrong, per say. i'm neither bother nor depressed; i just hate to find myself in some horrible, overplayed rut. and just as many broken records before me, i find whatever axis i am currently stuck spinning on; boring.
22, and bored.
how classically girl, huh?
with my thirties on my back, i need to hastily fight against this feeling and feelings like it. it is time to take a stand against it. fold into some contemplative cacoon and bust free a new human, one of those who has is all figured out. (i doubt this is how it works or can happen, but i can attempt an awakening.. right?)
this is all too "dear livejournal", forgive me. but i need to capture "this" in it's entirity. the most strange since of misplace and serious confusion.
a change is what is needed. i will work on this. and the next post will not be one of problems, but perhaps solutions. to what? i don't know if i am sure just yet. but something less whinny. i assure you.