At wit’s end

Imagine this: It’s been raining endlessly for the past several days, you wake up, and you’re at home with nothing do (lazy enough to do anything, actually). But you have no choice, you have to get up and prepare meals for your still-in-R.E.M.-state housemates. So in haste, you whip up breakfast, lunch and dinner all in one cooking session. After the chores, you yawn, and since you have the luxury of time, any sleep-urge and you’re off to your bed sleeping like cat (meowwww). On a slow day like this, what else can you do? Rainy blues hit you hard like it’s the only reality on this surreal, slow and gloomy day. You try to let Lakisha, Bon Jovi, Snow Patrol, and even Korean bands accompany you… Heck! That didn’t do much… you end up listening to Fur Elise and Symphony No. 9 in D Minor (Ode to Joy), weird as it is, it worked… You are now on a state of oblivion… feelin like a moody Master Ludwig van Beethoven… You want to be numb… To not feel anything... To feel something... To do nothing... To do everything... You want to shout out! You want to scream! You want to be quiet! You want to be cruel! You want to be kind You want to hear! And you want to speak out your mind! But all these emotions are drowned out by the deafening silence in your heart. Are you as eccentric as the Master composer? Perhaps. Are you raving mad? Possibly. Are you at your wit’s end? Most definitely.