Things I Miss....

Most of the things I miss I can't even write down here!

No, seriously. Kidding aside, there are very few things I miss as I'm not a materialistic person. I'm more of "keep the money in the the bank" sorts. Which is why I'm happy with whatever I get. But it's rarely that I "get" things so I've even little expectations of things.

Things don't make me happy and sometimes I wish they did. When you don't get satisfaction by being someone's friend, lover, partner, advisor, spouce, etc., where do you go? What do you do? Well, most normal engage in retail therapy or look for "things" outside the relationship. Since I do neither, I write.

So maybe writing is my "things outside of the relationship". When I'm angry at a friend for not being a friend, I write. When I'm frustrated at the world, I write. When I'm happy after watching a good movie, I write.

But before writing, I guess, I dream. Dreaming is so important for me that I never wonder what I would have been like had I not been dreaming my whole life. Dreaming is the one thing that keeps me going on with any and all of the mundane stuff of life. It is my "ship" that carries me across the rivers of despair, happiness, boredom, excitement, waiting etc. And my dreams are as vivid as they come. They rarely make sense when I try to tell them to people. And for some weird reason, I can't tell my dreams to people no matter how hard I try. They just don't let themselves be expressed! Meanwhile, I can express anything and everything in my life.

So I guess I answered my question. Things I miss...I wish my friends dreamed more like me. They could get over their problems really quickly and be good friends and good people. I guess I also discovered the secret to "World Peace"! Voila! Where's my Nobel?

When there are stories, there are no listeners

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?