Trainer Drained Me, The Road Refilled Me

Today felt like a slow motion Monday even though it wasn’t. I wasn’t the only one struggling to stay awake; my colleagues looked equally bored and tired. The trainer did their best, but it felt more like we were attending a “How to Feel Exhausted in 3 Hours” workshop. Honestly, I was mentally checking the clock every five minutes.

Many professors came up to me during breaks, smiling and saying polite things. But let me be real, those smiles were strictly for attendance. I didn’t see a single “I’m genuinely happy to see you” kind of face. Just formal smiles, mechanical nods, and “How are you?” without waiting for the answer. I returned the favor, of course manners matter!

After the session, I ran home like I was being chased by invisible boredom. But I didn’t want the day to end on such a dull note. So, I grabbed my bike and went on a random ride. No plan, no destination just me, the road, and a playlist that didn’t judge my dance moves at red lights.

I ended up in places I’ve never been, took pictures of things nobody else would find interesting like a broken bench or a dog that looked like it understood me and somehow, that made my day feel better.

Sometimes, the best way to escape fake smiles is to go find real moments. And if not, at least take some random photos to convince yourself that the day wasn’t a total flop.

End of story? Not really. But definitely the end of today’s drama.

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