Escape is on the menu.

I sat at work today feeling utterly disassociated from my surroundings. Gone were any feelings of professionalism, worn down over the hours and minutes of cubicle conformity. Around me were all of these normal people who could suffer through the day-to-day, had even come to accept it as their futures, embracing it under senseless rationalizations, calling it their career and boldly ignoring the relentless pounding of the marching world outside their windows.

I gripped the arms of my ergonomic office chair, silently talking myself out of running through the world with my arms wide open.

I decided then that I had to leave.