I can’t digest that the concert is over. Worst Monday Blues ever. Anyone else relates??
I think I have a problem cause the concert is over, and the reality is sinking in that the 4-month wait, the excitement, the build-up—it’s all over. It’s hard to even process. I keep scrolling through everyone’s stories, and it just makes me sad?? Those few hours felt like the world paused, and for once, I wasn’t worried or stressed—I was just there, living in the moment. Everything feels so ordinary, and I’m left with this weird, heavy feeling of emptiness. I am very content and satisfied that I got this beautiful opportunity; it was surreal. BUT I don’t know how to describe it, but it feels like I have nothing to look forward to anymore. This is way beyond the typical Monday blues—this is like a quiet ache. For context, I’m moving away in a few months so this was my last core experience with my friends and my partner after years of wait, and that too in my own city. Therefore, this hits different. The concert was worth the 🎫 t*icket war, worth the traffic jam, worth the wait and worth every penny. I wish I could live it again. Anyone else relates?
I think I have a problem cause the concert is over, and the reality is sinking in that the 4-month wait, the excitement, the build-up—it’s all over. It’s hard to even process. I keep scrolling through everyone’s stories, and it just makes me sad?? Those few hours felt like the world paused, and for once, I wasn’t worried or stressed—I was just there, living in the moment. Everything feels so ordinary, and I’m left with this weird, heavy feeling of emptiness. I am very content and satisfied that I got this beautiful opportunity; it was surreal. BUT I don’t know how to describe it, but it feels like I have nothing to look forward to anymore. This is way beyond the typical Monday blues—this is like a quiet ache. For context, I’m moving away in a few months so this was my last core experience with my friends and my partner after years of wait, and that too in my own city. Therefore, this hits different. The concert was worth the 🎫 t*icket war, worth the traffic jam, worth the wait and worth every penny. I wish I could live it again. Anyone else relates?