I ran into a colleague at the metro station. Within a few minutes into the conversation he said something that I never expected to hear from a marketing executive. “I don’t have any friends”, he said, smiling. The ‘old me’ would have been like,”nice! so do I!”, but this time, I decided to keep it in. Instead, I gave him a pat on the back, and said something stupid like,”it’ll be okay”.
I have a deep wound in my soul. One that won’t heal quickly. One that was caused by betrayal of trust. It hurts, but all I can do is write. Infact, it hurts more when I type because the wound is at the tip of my damn finger. Freaking blood vessel burst inside my finger, people. I love how gay this post sounds.
It’s raining, it’s dirty, and I have stuff to say. I just watched IT chapter 2 and it got me thinking. Do irrational childhood fears really stay with you for the rest of your life? I know we forget about all of it, but do we really? I mean, how the hell are clowns supposed to be funny? When I look at a clown, I see an underpaid human being dying inside. They might actually be happy people, but that’s just the way I choose to view them. Maybe my eyes seek out pain even in laughter. Maybe they seek out bright colours. Maybe I am the clown.
Pros:
Experience
You learn a lot about yourself
On few occasions, you meet incredible, nice, down-to-Earth people
Cons: If taken too seriously, can send you down a deep spiral of depression, or land you in trouble
There is a possibility that it can mess up how you view people in general
Conclusion:
I wish I didn’t have to use them, but I did, and it’s ok.
(This was a totally unnecessary/useless post, I realize that, but it’s Sunday, and I have nothing to do).
It’s a thing. It’s this visible channel of communication, that terrifies some, but comes naturally to others. Stupid rich people, who like to go swimming with sharks, are given a thorough prep talk on what to do, and what not to do under water, and one among those is to maintain constant eye contact with the sharks. This makes the shark a little less likely to eat you. Same goes with lions, dogs and guess what?, people. People, who are the most venomous of them all are more likely to pay attention to what you are saying if you look them in the eye. I had a problem with this while growing up. I didn’t know when to look people in the eye. Now, things are different. Now, I sometimes stare into people’s souls, to the point where they get uncomfortable, and turn away.
The amazing late 20s, I am at my prime. I get diarrhea when I least expect it. Last time I got diarrhea when I was sound asleep in a bus. Does’st help that I found a spider and its web inside a coke bottle right after I drank it, but that’s not the point. Things happen so randomly now.
50 Rs. That’s what a Kg of onions cost me today. Also, I had vision. It said I have a step brother somewhere in Bihar. I started using Rapido, the bike taxi app. My head itches from the helmet, but fuck you, Uber.
