Many a times I have wanted to tell a tale. Many a times I have been politely and bluntly, told to shut it. But being hyperimaginative and very restless in mind (it's not a medical condition), I can hardly rest until the story reaches a climax. At least in my head!
I am the kind of person that likes making up stuff because there isn't much interesting to do in the world to keep oneself busy. And just like Agatha Christie dreamt of Poirot while washing dishes, people like me need a thought or two, to keep busy while the potatoes boil and the onions are crisped.
While there is still a solution to write off ones stories on paper or on blogs (like this one here), it is very seldom that people want to listen to your life's stories. People are interested if it's about sex, or drugs, or chicks/dudes (whichever they "dig"), or money, or humour, or gossip-worthy...in short, if it doesn't excite them, it's not worth spending time listening to.
Sad to say, I have few friends. It's even sadder that my friends have fickle hearing when it comes to hearing out my hyperimagination. So in a sense, ALL my stories lose importance. It becomes difficult when at times there's a lot on your mind and you just want to get it all off your chest. But where do you go when your friends won't hear you out?
I say, screw them!
Now, let me make it clear that Google isn't paying me money to promote their blogs but I am biased towards it, more because I'm a "writing" person than a "talking" person, unlike most of my friends. So I type instead of dialing a number. (I also save up on talktime a lot!)
But let me tell you, friends: Next time I look bummed out, ask me how I am because I always ask you how you are. Don't wait till you see a blog like this.
Also, I'm not a psychic and I'm not expecting you to be either. But can I at least be made to think of you as a fellow human being?
What do you say, people?
I am the kind of person that likes making up stuff because there isn't much interesting to do in the world to keep oneself busy. And just like Agatha Christie dreamt of Poirot while washing dishes, people like me need a thought or two, to keep busy while the potatoes boil and the onions are crisped.
While there is still a solution to write off ones stories on paper or on blogs (like this one here), it is very seldom that people want to listen to your life's stories. People are interested if it's about sex, or drugs, or chicks/dudes (whichever they "dig"), or money, or humour, or gossip-worthy...in short, if it doesn't excite them, it's not worth spending time listening to.
Sad to say, I have few friends. It's even sadder that my friends have fickle hearing when it comes to hearing out my hyperimagination. So in a sense, ALL my stories lose importance. It becomes difficult when at times there's a lot on your mind and you just want to get it all off your chest. But where do you go when your friends won't hear you out?
I say, screw them!
Now, let me make it clear that Google isn't paying me money to promote their blogs but I am biased towards it, more because I'm a "writing" person than a "talking" person, unlike most of my friends. So I type instead of dialing a number. (I also save up on talktime a lot!)
But let me tell you, friends: Next time I look bummed out, ask me how I am because I always ask you how you are. Don't wait till you see a blog like this.
Also, I'm not a psychic and I'm not expecting you to be either. But can I at least be made to think of you as a fellow human being?
What do you say, people?
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