Confessions of a sane mind , interrupted.

1. My entire college life has been an evolution of me learning to accept my awkwardness after several attempts of failing to get rid of it . Also I pride the fact that I'm super weird. Not every guy gets this. 96% don't. The other 4% have been either friendzoned or taken. 2. I am not the one for small talk. I either talk and laugh and ignore the fact that I'm very audible sometimes or I don't make a conversation at all. I don't want to know 'whats up?'. 3.  Yes. I get mood swings. No . That doesn't mean that you assume I'm on my period. I have expectations. But I dont say them out loud. Instead I pick a small situation and go ballistic on your ass because of something you did or didn't months back. Such a keeper right? 4. If a guy flirts with me, I laugh inexplicably and raise my hand for an up-top like ," Man ! I love that you referenced 'Prince of Bell Air'.  Guy: *blank look* um. What? Me : okay then *walks away* 5. I ha...

I refuse to be sad when there are so many chances that need to be taken.  I refuse to give up even though walking on a tight rope was not something I did. So what if I lost my balance ? Its never too late to get it back. Its never to late for anything.  You might not achive the exact goal that you have in your mind. Its a perception. But know that  when you feel that you haven't gotten there, you already have. You took a chance with life. You readily gave up your mind and became a hopless lover. You gave up your heart and chose to walk alone. You never gave up on your big dreams even though some other douchebag took away your big cupcake.  You did what you had to..to move on.  You had the courage to not give up. You tried.  And that, made all the difference.  

Some ass once said : ‘art never comes out of happiness’ . That ass was smart. That ass was right. And he was an ass for being right. You try sometimes. And most times, it works. Your tears actually didn’t go waste. They managed to fuel some empathy in the target person and shit was sorted out. But its not always like that is it? I mean , not all of us are sob fests. Not all of us are spoilt kids harbouring fake tears.  Most of us are like the Bob Dylan songs.  Crying within an immense solitude, that which heard from another world , sounds like a beautiful song that gives you peace. The truth is, most of us are hopeless tragedies.  If things could work out just fine, then we wouldn't mind. But the cold blooded truth is, it never actually does. Maybe its a just me being all pessimistic. But if i could make all the things in my head work out in reality, i'd actually sound pretty close to optimism. Picture a 'rainbow- farting- unicorn' optimism. I think a lot...