Having not had enough readers to actually get nominated for this challenge, i decided to *cough, cough*nominate myself for this, because hey, why not? ( shameless blogger award, anyone? )
SO HERE WE GO WITH THE RULES AND ALL OF THAT , which i copied after bring inspired by youarenotaloneinthisworld
So Day 1 calls for me to DISCUSS MY CURRENT RELATIONSHIP
….hahaha i’m nominating myself for challenges here, does it look like i have a life? ( both my virtual as well as social lives are dead)
Me and relationships definitely do not match, and i’m afraid the only things i’ll be spending Valentine’s Day with this year are edible dates and my ginger cat.
i sometimes wish i was in a relationship, and sometimes am glad i’m not in one, because I don’t really think I’m all that great at them. you can read more about it in the last letter from the girl you left behind, where i eloquently express what i would say to anyone who dumps me WHILE attaching a hugely metaphorical reason for my haircut ( which happened largely due to the fact that longer hair takes longer to dry, longer to comb and is difficult to swish around magically). but also because in case of future relationships, one MUST be prepared. feel free to reblog or quote it in case you relate to it.
here’s an excerpt if you’re interested :
“I got my hair cut last night. It may sound insignificant, but I kept putting it off earlier simply because you once told me you liked them this way.
So i went about life with a look I didn’t like, trying to pretend i didnt care about validation from a person who disliked me. I know. I’m an idiot.
But even then, split ends carry an eerie similarity, and each time I ran a finger through my damaged, dry hair, I thought about us- and the irreparable damage of our broken relationship.
So off I went, to the hairdresser’s , with an iron resolve, to get rid of the tresses and the memories tangled within them, to free myself of the longing to have your fingers play with their ends again.
I suppose I thought it was easier this way.
To have someone else sever the connection while I kept calling you on an overcrowded line- longing to hear the sound of your voice, longing , wistfully to have you listen.
I suppose I understood, at last, that it was time to cut the call.
To rid myself of my infatuation, one snip at a time.
But even though my hair is half its length,my ardor or rather , my pathetic-ass shit where I mope around searching for remnants of the past remains undiminished. I’m not over it. I’m not over you.
Not yet, at least.”
Plus I have my exams this year, so i am, in a way, in a complicated relationship with my economics textbook .i happen to spend all my time cheating on it with the internet , watching youtube videos of Kenny Sebastian ( who doesn’t sound Indian but is) and East India Comedy, as they provide comic relief to the sufferers of the Great Indian Affliction of BOARD EXAMINATIONS .
Plus, they’re free because it’s Youtube, and i’m an Indian so i love free stuff even if it is at the cost of my future.
You may have gauged this by now, but even if you haven’t , yes i’m an idiot. i know. thank you very much.
warmest regards ,