It's been a weird 24 hours.
A. How am I writing a Blog again?
It's because of a random girl who lives in Bangalore, who I am never going to meet in my life, have never spoken to, nothing. She reminded me how exciting it is to put stuff out there on the internet, not worrying about long it is, not wondering who will read it, except people you link it to. I don't link. I don't think people I link actually read. Except this one other girl who thought I was going to quiz her once she read the blog.
B. I actually sat by myself for a good 8 hours.
Okay, I slept through like three of them to be perfectly honest. But hey, I didn't flip. I didn't feel the 'incessant need' to be around somebody or message somebody just to strike a conversation. Instead I watched AIB's new show. Please, I like it.
C. I picked up a dead rat.
It was traumatic. As my broom touched its dead body and I felt its stiff body move towards the polythene bag, I whimpered out loud from behind the makeshift mask. Then the rat body wouldn't go inside the huge huge polythene and just sat there amidst the folds. My whimpering didn't stop as I pushed it with the broom, tied the bag shut, ran out of the house and until I met a kind cleaning lady who took over the bag from me.
I got called a BABY when I recounted this story, and then a friend beautifully put together 'picking up a dead rat' as a metaphor for growing up.
D. I said no to Smoking up.
Yep, around 23 hours and 23 minutes ago, I was at the Birthday Party of a guy who I have constantly been smoking up with for the last four months. Yet somehow smoking up didn't seem like something I should do at that point and hey, we know saying No to a rolled joint is as painfulas it is mannerless.
E. I feel good.
Not an everyday thing, is that now? Especially in Pune, who would've thought? I'm meeting people, I am feeling happy about meeting them, I am getting nice things said to me. Maybe I can get through this term. Maybe I will.
So my year generally lasts Thespo to Thespo, yeah? When I say 2014 was an amazing year, it started out with at Thespo 15, with the EQ happening and what not. When I say 2015 sucked, let's not talk about Falls 2-11.
But given how I feel at this point, all I can say is this. Bring It On, 2016.
I'll have good shit to show you by the end of this. Fucker yeah.
A. How am I writing a Blog again?
It's because of a random girl who lives in Bangalore, who I am never going to meet in my life, have never spoken to, nothing. She reminded me how exciting it is to put stuff out there on the internet, not worrying about long it is, not wondering who will read it, except people you link it to. I don't link. I don't think people I link actually read. Except this one other girl who thought I was going to quiz her once she read the blog.
B. I actually sat by myself for a good 8 hours.
Okay, I slept through like three of them to be perfectly honest. But hey, I didn't flip. I didn't feel the 'incessant need' to be around somebody or message somebody just to strike a conversation. Instead I watched AIB's new show. Please, I like it.
C. I picked up a dead rat.
It was traumatic. As my broom touched its dead body and I felt its stiff body move towards the polythene bag, I whimpered out loud from behind the makeshift mask. Then the rat body wouldn't go inside the huge huge polythene and just sat there amidst the folds. My whimpering didn't stop as I pushed it with the broom, tied the bag shut, ran out of the house and until I met a kind cleaning lady who took over the bag from me.
I got called a BABY when I recounted this story, and then a friend beautifully put together 'picking up a dead rat' as a metaphor for growing up.
D. I said no to Smoking up.
Yep, around 23 hours and 23 minutes ago, I was at the Birthday Party of a guy who I have constantly been smoking up with for the last four months. Yet somehow smoking up didn't seem like something I should do at that point and hey, we know saying No to a rolled joint is as painfulas it is mannerless.
E. I feel good.
Not an everyday thing, is that now? Especially in Pune, who would've thought? I'm meeting people, I am feeling happy about meeting them, I am getting nice things said to me. Maybe I can get through this term. Maybe I will.
So my year generally lasts Thespo to Thespo, yeah? When I say 2014 was an amazing year, it started out with at Thespo 15, with the EQ happening and what not. When I say 2015 sucked, let's not talk about Falls 2-11.
But given how I feel at this point, all I can say is this. Bring It On, 2016.
I'll have good shit to show you by the end of this. Fucker yeah.
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