'creative brain and abstract person'
I know what an utter moron I am, people never see that(if hiding tat flaw is creativity then may be i am creative). Its really difficult to be creative amongst the known, they expect, they assume and they always like to predict what you are gonna do next. Creation for me is a fruit of solitude.
Solitude.... tats what am craving for. absolute solitude or absolutely random company of total strangers. I don't want anything in between.
Since a past few days nothing has been able to hold my interest over a couple of minutes. Everybody and everything i meet or see becomes a bore in time.
One thing though has kept my interest longer than i expected, oh wait that's two. 1)Dean Koontz's 'Hideaway'
2)My cousin who is just 8 mns old
The former, I'll talk about in my next blog.
Its interesting how kids rather babies can get excited by just anything at 1 point of time, and care no less than a dead mosquito about the same thing the very next moment. They are innocent and selfish at the same time, they are attention seeking and detached from da world at the same time. nonetheless they make you smile. I geuss now I now the reason to my flaw .I haven't yet grown up, or more honestly, I deny growing up. whenever you think that somebody is sweet and has childlike inoccence and is absolutly trustworthy. think again. he/she is bound to be selfish, (dont forget the ID Ego). everyone is and will always be sselfish. I just hope its not the book spaeking through me.
but then if u give a thougt it cant be totaly dismissed.
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Priti: this is wit reference to the first para of ur blog. i l tell u a story.
ReplyDeleteonce there was a boy and a girl. the boy had marbles and the girl sweets. the boy convinced the girl to exchange the sweets wit the marbles. but b4 they exchanged he just kept back the best of the marble and gave the rest to her.
that night the girl slept peacefully but the boy couldnt and kept thinkin if the girl had kept back any sweets.
moral of the story is: because u praise others for praise in return, u think others do the same. flush the shit out of ur mind and u will be at peace.
I saw a new priti in this blog. The one I knew was the shy girl with a cute smile and mouth tightly sealed. Hehehe....But after reading what she wrote in here, I am amazed. Priti, you seem to be really creative to me now. The way you have expressed yourself is unique. It is just fabulous. Since I have a flair for writing, I liked your funky lingo. Gr8....
ReplyDeletehey priti..seriously gr8 job..good going n ur damn creative just take it as compliment
ReplyDeletePeople may call you anything, what matters you may not know what you want, but you should know what you want.
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