Run of the mill

A paunch? Oh no, I have truck tyres around my waist. I get pimples and blackheads and facial hair. I have bad hair days, heck I have terrible wet-cat hair days! I could look beautiful, hot, Cosmo girl hot, if I were to wear concealer and work my butt off in a gym that is. But I don't want to. What's the point?  I'd rather be walking through a maze of people, observing and exploring their inter-human dynamics. Psychoanalysing their behaviour, watching the changing hues of their eyes with their ever changing emotions. I'd rather stand in than stand out. In wanting to stand in, I'm probably standing out from people who want to be unique anyway. And that's everyone. Well, almost.

Let me be, in my ill fitted clothes, my unkempt Mowgli hair, my flawed complexion and fat body. Let me blend into the shadows in my dark clothes and watch this intriguing species known as 'humans'.

Life's like that - ii

For everyone who wonders whether everything in life has a purpose, here's proof. I reheated my tea this morning for 30 seconds in the microwave. On my way back to the living room, I realised that the tea isn't hot enough and considered going back and heating it for another 30 seconds, but gave up the idea. As I sat down on the couch with a thump, a good amount of the tea splashed out of the mug and landed on my bare thigh. Despite the slight burning sensation, I laughed and thought, thank heavens I didn't heat it for a whole minute!

J