I jump for the sky; I get hit by the ceiling
I run behind the car, I am on reverse gear of treadmill
Have a trophy in my hand, still not worth the effort
Never imagined the life would turn the way it will or would have, still it goes on.
This is story of each and every if not almost all living being on earth. We are not happy with what we get. Irascibility is elevated so high in such situations that sheer display of acute niceness can kill an innocent soul. Even if Google were your best friend and assuming you have no questions or statements to type or voice out in search box, it remains empty, what is the use of a friend then. That dull, a life can become. How we be. Akin to madness. Ostensible mind, pretentious roads to travel on. Nothing makes sense. Yes, nothing at all. I can only imagine to earn myself some qualities of enervation and transient distress but at the same time, expect myself to be true to yourself, and competitive and strong and ready to take on the world as it comes.
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Here comes the Girl with mirthful confusions out of her closet after long time. Lately, mirthy has been very intact to the ground, passing on advices and ideas for betterment of others and only to the length of slight for herself. The confusions were not that were inside her, she tried to see it from others' eyes to get a better idea to exactly what to look out for. So far, successful I believe. However, there is always a stopping point and here it is. Being mirthfully confused the girl is, she couldn't stay away from her roots of being confused to the core and talking naaan-sense. So here she is, back with one para and stretching out of on words, which she couldn't limit. *Sigh - felt like I was announcing some star to the centre stage* Thank you thank you.
Interesting find: Mirthful confusion Do I read it right? Yes apparently. *shock*
There is nothing to update as such this month. Recently, lightening struck me, oh not literally of course, that fusion of words, has a Word. I mean the words which we casually make, like fantabulous, surburagotry, satyameva, chillax, humongous, Velcro etc etc are nothing but called portmanteau words. There is more to it about morphemes and all, which I am not interested to elaborate, go google! and What! You knew about it? Oh C’mon! *bangs the hand on the desk to make a dramatic scene*
Lesson for a lesson:
No posts for long time, did not want to bore myself after years when I re-read all my posts with depressing and saggy thoughts. Hence anxiety with distress and mind numbness and stupidity and many more related jargons, all together as a cocktail.
P.S. I think I will have to re-write this post, so erratic and I don't know, who are you?
P.S.2 Sorry, if you have read it. Seems like I am carrying the torch for Blah series. Guilty!
