It’s funny how the things that you think will make you the happiest, finally happen and make you cry.
posted by J @ 6:35 pm
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Warped Mind
My brain, (if i had one) must be some weird, new age, reincarnation thing ... hmmm, yeah, that seems to be the most likely solution!
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Friday, February 02, 2007
I’m weird. I’m boring. Weioring.
I’m shy. I’m dumb. Shumb.
I can't talk. To people I know and people I don’t know.
I used to do well with strangers. Now I’m losing touch.
Sometimes I can't think of a single thing to say.
Something I just make excuses for myself
I'm more of a writer than a speaker, I say.
And when I’m supposed to write… I have no excuses to make?
I stand alone most of the time. I rarely feel left out.
But I get the feeling people wouldn’t understand that it’s my choice to stay away.
I'm not really scared of saying something wrong.
But I often think I’d be ruining the moment.
I hate it when people don’t dissect me.
I hate it when people go overboard with the analysis.
I’d do so well without people.
I’m afraid this is the wrong time.
posted by J @ 7:27 pm
Comments: 4
4 Comments:
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humbl devil said...
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seems like e'body's going through a writer's block...
first maddy, then u, & some more...
now isn't the time...hmmm... -
said...
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And then the self splits two ways.
One erratic, the other composed.
People will be just people, always.
It's always the right time, to stay away and closed. -
arvindiyer said...
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I agree on all the above..and i have to tell you... I like you the way you are:) Take care you!!
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The Wandering Hermit said...
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12I'm more of a writer than a speaker
I am too..
I often wonder why we slowly become silent... just spectators to ourselves too.. maybe its just growing up... but there is also some connection to Meloncholic Solitude that we crave..
and body language..hmmm... lets see..I am useless with advice.
cheersz
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9 Comments:
it's funny, sometimes you finally don't really care for the "most wanted" thing in your life...
Somehow, I seem to be associating your words with topology.
:|
But they happen...things, I mean...don't they
Hi J,
its Laxman here - have come to Bangalore and will b here for a week. anychance of meeting u
Dear J,
R.I.P.
so u cried?
-GR
True you are. That is the way life is.
People should read this.
awwwwh.....so true..
as if wait for them to make us cry.
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