It is necessarily so.
That at crunch time, usually around the (major) exam periods, one begins to think about what life has to offer (if one fails the exam). Small consolation, but necessary, necessary delusion to anaesthetise the deadly fear. Dread poisons, paralyses like the incoming headlights exponentially approaching the fated roadkill.
That is probably why vice exists- A saccharine distraction as your dreams and hopes shudder, sunder under the cruel grind of meritocracy. Why oh why, must we sleep? If we didn't, then we would not need a house. Why must we eat? If we didn't, we wouldn't be worried about when the next meal is coming. Then, we could focus on the more important things in life- music, good books, the arts and aesthetics.
I am necessarily bored with-.