Out of Control

You know that feeling of everything spinning slowly out of control? And there seems no end to constant pull downward? Somehow that feeling applies at the moment.

Yesterday I was suppose to meet with a potently roommate, who ended up not coming because she found a different room (might I add this is the second time that someone has set up a meeting and then not showed). And then I talked to my best friend for over an hour, just catching up (its so hard not living in the same state as your best friend). And then I watched Star Trek, First Contact.

And I feel like the characters in the movie as the ship is slowly taken over by Borg. Perhaps I should pay closer attention to what I watch just before going to bed. I could add a lot more about why everything seems to be going crazy, but there are something that do not belong on the web. And I feel that really the feeling is more of an undertow than anything else. On the surface life is continuing as usual, its all the crap you can't see that's causing all the problem.

I wonder if it is always like that. Is the problem always hiding underneath the surface? Is the world just a facade which haphazardly covers the ruin of all the problems we have? Shall we always struggle with the problem of going 'gentle into that good night', to rather 'rage, rage, against the dieing of the light'? (Yes British poetry again, can you guess who?) Or are those facades a protection, that if we let them crumble away, we would soon miss?

All in all way to many questions to ask on a Wednesday. Please God let me find a roommate!