Merci

I started writing at the beginning of the year. And another friend started writing after me. And then another friend took after us. Writing is the best thing ever. Dreamers we are. Why don't dreams simply fall in our laps? The movie rockstar was based on one idea- only after you're hurt will the true artist come out in you. Maybe it's true. When I'm in total bliss, I cannot really write much. Irony of life, because I find writing beautiful. And how can you lose something beautiful when you are in bliss ? How does it make that bliss real? Some people are busy updating their blog posts. It feels nice to see they have found their outlet. And you can barely understand their random behaviour. When loved people chose to ignore you. They devalue you. Demean you. No matter what the reason is. It is not something you deserve. It shouldn't be forgiven. And you carry on your daily life wondering what happened and eventually not caring. Putting that strong face. And later ...

Wow. What a year it has been. Weird. People. Places.This blog. It's August. I have been waiting for August for several months now. With a great deal of longing. It could be because of many reasons. Some of them being- chilling, hanging out with friends, meeting people and enjoying. Yeah, sounds stupid. But that's how life has been. Long story. I have realized, I put a great deal of myself into things I want in life. Even when they are simple little things. If they matter to me, I waste all of myself in them. Probably, this is why I have a rich feeling of things. Happiness or sadness. And this is why I want to find something in life, worth wasting myself on. But, I have stopped thinking. I have a tendency to fall in that trap. It's not good for me.  *********** I'm so terrible at bargaining. I cannot. I find it wierd. I need to learn. I'm bad at tipping too. Not because I don't want to tip. But because I feel it is an act of sympathy or somet...