From ARRGH to not-so-ARRGH

Closet immaturity. Misunderstandings. Trophies and cricket bats. Best friends or diaryfaces. First telephonic conversations that should have been oh-so-yay, but weren’t as yay as they should have been. Crying women. Taking sides. Traffic. Frustratingly unknown songs on my iPod. Trying to study but not being able to. Board exams. Graduation. Unnecessary, uncalled-for drama. Pressure. Conquests. Flirting, or lack thereof. Accusations. Broke-ness. No credit. An unserviced scooter that sounds like she’s being strangled. Bullshit reasoning. Cold, curt mails in my inbox. The first (and hopefully, only) taste of unpleasantness. The possibility of an “I told you so” from a member of the male species.

Chai and cigarettes. Adorable texts from adorable people. Venting. Pointing out the futility of it all. Riding that same unserviced scooter and feeling the wind hit my face. Singing “Party in the USA” to annoy silly, fidgety boys. Brand new dicey lighters. Funny stories about utterly disgusting people. Laughing loudly, leading to extreme embarrassment. Watching people who look like they’ll fight everyday, but who mostly talk out of their asses. Coming home to an empty, peaceful house. Facebook poking. The stability that F.R.I.E.N.D.S offers, and knowing that the show will never let me down. The newness that tomorrow represents, and trying to ignore the fact that it’s one more day closer to the exams. A yay, closer-to-normal mail that appeared in my inbox, just as I was hitting publish on this post.

♪ Got my hands up, they’re playing my song, and now I’m (and it’s) gonna be ok. ♪


Disclaimer: (Added two months later)
Because this post seems to some people to be really similar to Randomity, I thought this should be included. This post is NOT Randomity - that belongs to Diaryface, and Diaryface alone. This was my way of letting off steam in a way I know best - writing. Unfortunately, the reason and situation because of which I needed to let off steam was not something I could write a full fledged piece about. So this was my way of venting by writing, yet being discreet. So yeah, not Randomity.