Final Year

My final year at university has just begun. The morning it started, I thought I was dreaming. No not that. I was simply in denial. 

...and that happened even before I realised how serious it was, being in final year. Especially when we're in a semester that's at a huge disadvantage compared to the others ( tired of typing so I'll leave the story out for the moment).

It's only the end of the second day, and I feel that this semester - or the entire final year - is going to be a semester/year where we all need lots and lots of mental support from each other. A whole year of readings after readings + assignments + meetings after meetings + documents + emails + experiments + thesis + internship + work + (I hope,) LIFE. Not to mention, all those - on-going at the same time.

I hope I get through all this sane and alive. 

How I started my final year.

A friend showed me a scale she found while doing some research on a potential topic for her thesis. It's a scale to measure people's love/attachment/perception of their favourite celebrity. Apparently celebrity worship is a form of obsessive addictive disorder nowadays.

One of the measures on the scale was this:

"One of the main reasons I maintain an interest in my favourite celebrity is that doing so gives me a temporary escape from life’s problems."

I ticked 'strongly agree'. I think I'm probably borderline pathological (No, just kidding. Nobody makes a diagnosis simply based on one question).

But I mean, why not? 

This, is my temporary escape from life's problems. 

One of the best ways to keep me on my feet while fighting my way through this final year. Seeing it live will probably work as my instant pain-killer. 

While looking at what's going through my head in this stressful situation, my first thought was that 'oh, my PMS mood-swing this month came as a post-MS mood-swing.'

But then I realised, I'm probably getting healthier mentally. At least I'm feeling the stress (I mentioned an update ago how I did not feel the stress although my body was showing obvious symptoms of stress).

I don't know. But I guess thinking this way makes me feel better for now. My eyes need some moisture nowadays anyway.

As for you reading this, I hope you're well. Please be. 

Thanks for reading.