Always, always: my blog is my last friend. You don't catch me writing when I'm having fun, do you? No. Because when I'm freakishly happy, it doesn't occur to me to complain. Of course that happens rarely, but when I want to complain my first choice is Alishmish, being that she is my roommate; she generally has the same issue as me, and misery isn't really misery unless it has company. But Alishmish, unfortunately, is in America. How unreasonable of her, don't you think? She refused to fly without a passport. The nerve, leaving me alone here. So knock her off the list.
I suppose my next would be Niranjan, being that he is my boyfriend, and is therefore bound to love me unconditionally no matter how unreasonable I sound. But Niranjan has exams (what does he think of himself?) so once again, I have come up short. And so on and so forth for all possible candidates.
And I don't really feel comfortable discussing my issues with the way life goes with the people who are currently available.
I don't however have a problem spilling my guts to the internet, so here goes my repetitive string of complaints:
I have decided, after much contemplation, that I am in a rut. Again. Why do I feel thus, you ask? Such a simple question, my comrade. And yet I don't really have the answer, which is in fact the tip of the iceberg at hand. Confused? So am I. But I deign to explain.
My theory is, over the past few weeks, my brain has slowly leaked out of my head. This is a direct result of not having anything to use it on. Bereft of the many contenders for attention my brain normally has to deal with, it has melted in this Indian summer and slipped out of my reach.
As we all know, the brain contains neurons which, to put it simply, enable us to live. They absorb external data, make sense of it, and trigger appropriate responses. Now I, lacking these neurons, not only fail to properly understand the condition of the world around me, I also fail to respond appropriately.
Which means, concisely, that I'm acting like a very drunk, very stoned, or very hormonal person. Take your pick.
I suppose my next would be Niranjan, being that he is my boyfriend, and is therefore bound to love me unconditionally no matter how unreasonable I sound. But Niranjan has exams (what does he think of himself?) so once again, I have come up short. And so on and so forth for all possible candidates.
And I don't really feel comfortable discussing my issues with the way life goes with the people who are currently available.
I don't however have a problem spilling my guts to the internet, so here goes my repetitive string of complaints:
I have decided, after much contemplation, that I am in a rut. Again. Why do I feel thus, you ask? Such a simple question, my comrade. And yet I don't really have the answer, which is in fact the tip of the iceberg at hand. Confused? So am I. But I deign to explain.
My theory is, over the past few weeks, my brain has slowly leaked out of my head. This is a direct result of not having anything to use it on. Bereft of the many contenders for attention my brain normally has to deal with, it has melted in this Indian summer and slipped out of my reach.
As we all know, the brain contains neurons which, to put it simply, enable us to live. They absorb external data, make sense of it, and trigger appropriate responses. Now I, lacking these neurons, not only fail to properly understand the condition of the world around me, I also fail to respond appropriately.
Which means, concisely, that I'm acting like a very drunk, very stoned, or very hormonal person. Take your pick.
