It's about a little coincidence that Life usually offers to shake you up after a bad breakfast.
Life's been very unkind off late, very dead, and extremely biased! It's those 'I-did-not-order-this' moment at the table, while you stare at the egg melting towards the fringes, and then threatens to drop on your new shirt. Anyway, so coming back to Life (or did we? no, no, I'm not waking up any allusions) I am suspecting Life had a major power breakdown when it wanted to send me Light. The Light has not come, but the bill arrives every month. I seem to be paying for my neighbours too it seems.
Well, I'm still a small-timer, a journalist who pretends to be a journalist, certainly not a generalist but definitely not that elusive 'tough to break, sharp' newsy person to have around. SO....spilling the beans (literally), fooling around, giving into fallacies, and still trying to understand the Goliath of Finance before I ready my slingshot, that's me. A person who has a tough time breaking out of self-imposed censors, and more such nonsense, it's been a come-lately sort of situation. Heck, I'm still 24, but feel a lot older and more confused. Anyway, while I still trip over 'me-myself-why me?' situation, you can stop reading this for your own good. For who knows, I might be turning this around into I hate XYZs, and make it embarrassing for you.
If all of the above sounds unreal, and insane, I've got two words for you: **** ********.
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