- that I had paid attention to my mom's instructions about taking care of my hair.
- that I had made fewer better friends.
- that I had inherited the genes my brother got from my parents.
- that I was better at making friends.
- that I missed my brother less.
- that my current boyfriend was my first.
- that I had continued with my music education
- My brother was my dad.
Friday, 7 January 2011
I Wish............
Tuesday, 4 January 2011
Cold Cold December........ and January
It seems there is a new fashion rage in town and it is called cynicism.... Its good to know that some things are changing for the worse. Being an eternal cynicist (is it a word), it is reassuring that the people around me are suffering, if not more, equally with things they have to come in terms with.
On the other hand the last year has seen me as more of an optimist than someone harboring a long and arduous relationship with cynicism. I don't know whether age or the optimism of the people has actually rubbed off on me. But I plan to become a better person just to spite the rest of the world. I know............. I feel much happier in my skin. If you know me, you will know for sure it is a humongous skin to play with! It feels better to be me nowadays. Its cool to be me in my world for a change, which is a very significant leap of faith on my behalf.
On the other hand people around me are grumpy, angry and just in general lacking the excitement and drive in life barring a few. I wonder why. My brother blames this on the weather. I would have disagreed with him but there seems to be a grain to truth in the big bullshit theory.
My happiest and and fondest memories are of winters. Snow, wind, rain and cold makes me cheerful. Cloudy sky marks the beginning of a wonderful and fulfilling day for me. Surprising? But that is me. Although for most people the most fun is had when one is snuggled in the bed and reading a thoroughly gratifying book or person. True, these things are fun. But imagine going out for a run in freezing cold and running till your lungs hurt because of all the cold chilling air around you. You get back and peel off the frozen clothes and step into a scalding hot shower. I don't know about you but I feel invigorated. Glad, ecstatic even, to be alive.
I spent my New Year's Eve getting drunk and breaking my voice chords with "friends". On the first day on the year I came to the town in the middle of the evening. It was quiet dark and empty as people were still recovering from last evening's revelry. I walked trough the near empty streets and looked at the Christmas light decorations still on the arcades, shops and the streets. It was pure bliss. The quiet has a voice of its own. I heard it loud and clear that evening. It felt like I was the only one alive in this whole wide world. Walking into the city in a post apocalyptic world where everything including electricity and trains are still functional!! I know I am very bright!!
Winters winters don't go away. Be here for the whole year! Happy New Year.
On the other hand the last year has seen me as more of an optimist than someone harboring a long and arduous relationship with cynicism. I don't know whether age or the optimism of the people has actually rubbed off on me. But I plan to become a better person just to spite the rest of the world. I know............. I feel much happier in my skin. If you know me, you will know for sure it is a humongous skin to play with! It feels better to be me nowadays. Its cool to be me in my world for a change, which is a very significant leap of faith on my behalf.
On the other hand people around me are grumpy, angry and just in general lacking the excitement and drive in life barring a few. I wonder why. My brother blames this on the weather. I would have disagreed with him but there seems to be a grain to truth in the big bullshit theory.
My happiest and and fondest memories are of winters. Snow, wind, rain and cold makes me cheerful. Cloudy sky marks the beginning of a wonderful and fulfilling day for me. Surprising? But that is me. Although for most people the most fun is had when one is snuggled in the bed and reading a thoroughly gratifying book or person. True, these things are fun. But imagine going out for a run in freezing cold and running till your lungs hurt because of all the cold chilling air around you. You get back and peel off the frozen clothes and step into a scalding hot shower. I don't know about you but I feel invigorated. Glad, ecstatic even, to be alive.
I spent my New Year's Eve getting drunk and breaking my voice chords with "friends". On the first day on the year I came to the town in the middle of the evening. It was quiet dark and empty as people were still recovering from last evening's revelry. I walked trough the near empty streets and looked at the Christmas light decorations still on the arcades, shops and the streets. It was pure bliss. The quiet has a voice of its own. I heard it loud and clear that evening. It felt like I was the only one alive in this whole wide world. Walking into the city in a post apocalyptic world where everything including electricity and trains are still functional!! I know I am very bright!!
Winters winters don't go away. Be here for the whole year! Happy New Year.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)