Life is a
bitch. My only advice to you is run. Run before she catches up with you and
bites you in your bum. If you’ve
read the above lines and agreed (sadly or grudgingly or whatever) you’ve been
bitten already, HARD and it wouldn’t hurt to yell some well chosen curses to
the wind either. Do it now. Let the pain out. Let your folks think you’re out
of your mind. Let someone get offended and yell some profanities back at you.
Let the birds fly away from you in shock. Let your boss fire you for going nuts.
No… no, don’t. I take that back. Go yell in a bathroom or something if you’re
in your office or yell at someone who works under you. Show them that you’re
the boss. Be Hari Sadu from the advertisement for naukri.com if you want to and
as liberating as that may make you feel, make sure the Hari Sadu of your life
doesn’t get to see your performance. *winks* After all he’s the one paying who
is paying you for everything you own down to your underwear, right? You see the
irony here? You c…
That relief you feel when you see their eyes stunned and their faces pained - even if for a second - that momentary relief! That is what makes us say hurting things, to be mean. That's what makes us want to scream and swear and make them cry. That relief that makes you feel that you don't have to bear it alone. It's eerily peaceful!
That one short moment makes it less devastating. That you're not the only one with problems. You're not the only one fucked up. You are not the only depressed soul. You can see the ghost of the laughter that still hasn't left their mouth before your outburst and it gives you hope, maybe even a little perspective.
Suddenly, the world is a much bigger place and you're a barely-existent dot on that globe. You see the bigger picture. You see that there are much bigger problems. Problems that you would never, ever want to encounter. You see that the person standing in front of you - the person that you've just yelled at - it sp…
I could have been 18 again, envied by every girl for being a girlfriend of the best-looking guy in the class. I could have been the introverted bitch with an "attitude problem" again. I could have been the girl who was laughed at for weeks because she tripped down the stairs onto a guy who resembled a stick figure! I could have been messed-up again, so much so that littlest things would set the waterworks off. I could have been the helpless romantic, who - in spite of having her heart broken - would have forgiven the guy just because it would save me the big fight and frankly, save me from going back to being alone. I could so easily go back to being that girl again; and I could have ended up having a memorable time. I could have forgiven the guy just because we liked the same band and hated the same subjects. I could have given in just for the familiarity and simplicity of it all.
I couldn't help getting lost in an intoxicating reverie, with some acoustic music filling t…