As I stare at the blinking cursor of my Business Strategy class note, I have come to realize that I am two steps away from breaking into panic mode. For the third time. Today.
It's been an ongoing thing, a work in process where everyday the question -What am I going to do? barges in and smashes through everything I am working on. It can be the middle of the night at 3am, it was while I was listening to Ginza by J. Balvin, the next now one just died down a bit I think.
Couple that with the ever growing pressure from something deep inside my barely awakened libido-I'm now partially on auto pilot, partially fueled by an alternate vista that plays along side my reality. I wonder if this is how drugs take hold, but I am not sure what I am on to begin with.
The confusion grows every minute, dies down in a few seconds but cumulates throughout the hours, and finally weighs me down like a year; all while I'm in class trying to discern between Niche Market and Broad Differentiation.
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