Cliched Story

R and S were both the same, yet totally different. When they were close, they were as close as if they were the same body and soul. When apart, you wondered if you could name them together in one sentence. R and S were friends, friends who had hated each other to begin with, but that hatred was only the first step to deep affection. R and S loved each other too, though neither of them ever accepted that, perhaps not even to themselves. Crushes were crushed with uncommunicated logic, and affection stayed. They looked good together, or so I always felt, but the retort was there were people they looked better with. And so they did. Life grew, they moved on and drifted apart. Both found love, both found friendship, both still had each other, albeit farther and farther. Years later they met again, both having lost their loves to time; their similarity stretched too far. And time brought them together again, and an unspoken love resurfaced and met completion, without the need of words. R and S were always meant for each other, or so the romantics would say.

What, then, is the moral of the cliched story?
Simply this, either it's friend and lover, or it's friend and over.

(Adapted and abridged)

I don't care.

It's a nice feeling, to not care.

Let's face it: I can't write any more. This bloggers' block is taking too long to end. And all I can think of still is crap. So what?
I am happy, extremely happy most of the time these days and want to stay that way. I know I won't. So what?
There are days I don't feel like going to a class and just don't, guiltlessly, so unlike first two years. So what?
These days sometimes I cry out of happiness, sometimes out of fear, sometimes out of hurt and sometimes for no reason at all. I cry a lot these days. So what?
Most of my 'friends'don't understand me any more. I'm everything from bitchy to intrusive to thoughtless to extremist to untrustworthy to uncaring to heartless and selfish. So what?
People fight and run away from me. I say ok. Then they fight they wanna come back. I dont feel a thing when they do. But so what?
Life is gonna suck, real bad real soon. So what ?

It's a nice feeling, to not care. I lovd the solitude it brings; I love the love I have still around me.
I feel lucky.

___________

It rains
I wake up
Drops lash against
the window pane
Beautiful beautiful rain

I smile
The sky lights up
Thunders catch up
quickly from behind
Like heart being followed by the mind

It's dark
and alone
The wind is moist
So are my eyes
Life, perhaps, is still nice.

Shadows lurk
Distorted by the winds
Nothing is definite
Nothing is secure
Neither are left with me desires any more.

Just me
Just the rain
The darkness fighting
the noisy thunders in the night
And a blank, a smile, a blank, a smile.

Memo to oneself

Monday, 10:51 AM Self-kicks

Stop repeating mistakes silly. One should not be emotionally dependent on someone for ANYthing.
On anyone.





Monday, 5:03 PM Anger and self-disgust

Stop repeating mistakes dumbo. One should not be emotionally dependent on someone for ANYthing.
On anyone.





Tuesday, 6:00 PM Silent curses

Stop repeating mistakes duffer. One should not be emotionally dependent on someone for ANYthing.
On anyone.





Wednesday, 2:18 AM Tears

Stop repeating mistakes idiot. One should not be emotionally dependent on someone for ANYthing.
On anyone.

Some people never learn.

Indolence

Human tendency is to be lazy...to take as many things for granted as possible.

Of "Don't before you have to".

Indolence is just a word to make this laziness sound a little classier.

Alas, nobody, just nobody, values what they have, enough.

That is why, nobody ever has enough.

I hate being taken for granted.

So do those I never realise I take for granted.

I'm too lazy to get over my hypocrisy.

Perhaps, I am, too, a human being.