Between periods of charged emotions and jaded indifference I really don't have time to be a normal person with normal feelings. But then again, who's to decide what's normal?
Let's just say for the sake of my commentary here that 'normal' is the state where your brain does not feel like it's in a constant frenzy of emotions.
Or that normal means being able to relate to the majority of the people in a society.
Yes, that sounds good. So now that we have that established let's get back to discussing me. Because obviously, this is my blog. And we will be talking about me. If you're not interested in reading about me, you really shouldn't be here.
Here's a picture of a cat with purple eyes as an apology if you landed here accidentally.
Okay so where was I? Yes, being normal. Which I'm not. Esha Saiyyed gets that very well. (Thank you Esha, for understanding and responding to my weirdest comments.)
But then GUYS. Omg. GUISE. Guys. HEY. HEY GUYS. Listen. So I was saying. GUYS.
I was saying I found this one guy who makes me feel normal. Like, not even kidding. Allah mian ka wada.
He treats me like I'm a normal person. I don't know why he does that. Just completely ignores my self derogatory humour and my self esteem issues. He just does not acknowledge that I have any issues at all.
Don't get me wrong, he isn't delusional. He does tell me where I'm wrong and wants me to be a better person and all that shit. But he doesn't let me wallow in the petty self created troubles that my brain likes to conjure up to screw my life over even more.
So when he does that. When he pretends I'm capable of being mentally and emotionally stable guess what happens?
Yes, Einstein, that's correct. I actually feel mentally and emotionally stable.
What the kewl boyz he is.
Acha bas, I have to get back to work now.
Let's just say for the sake of my commentary here that 'normal' is the state where your brain does not feel like it's in a constant frenzy of emotions.
Or that normal means being able to relate to the majority of the people in a society.
Yes, that sounds good. So now that we have that established let's get back to discussing me. Because obviously, this is my blog. And we will be talking about me. If you're not interested in reading about me, you really shouldn't be here.
Here's a picture of a cat with purple eyes as an apology if you landed here accidentally.
Okay so where was I? Yes, being normal. Which I'm not. Esha Saiyyed gets that very well. (Thank you Esha, for understanding and responding to my weirdest comments.)
But then GUYS. Omg. GUISE. Guys. HEY. HEY GUYS. Listen. So I was saying. GUYS.
I was saying I found this one guy who makes me feel normal. Like, not even kidding. Allah mian ka wada.
He treats me like I'm a normal person. I don't know why he does that. Just completely ignores my self derogatory humour and my self esteem issues. He just does not acknowledge that I have any issues at all.
Don't get me wrong, he isn't delusional. He does tell me where I'm wrong and wants me to be a better person and all that shit. But he doesn't let me wallow in the petty self created troubles that my brain likes to conjure up to screw my life over even more.
So when he does that. When he pretends I'm capable of being mentally and emotionally stable guess what happens?
Yes, Einstein, that's correct. I actually feel mentally and emotionally stable.
What the kewl boyz he is.
Acha bas, I have to get back to work now.
1 comments:
PYAAR BOY HAI YEH TOU.
GOOD PYAAR BOY.
EXCUSE ME, MISS.
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