Absolute Escapist

...that would be me,yeah...can I go now??...You see this thing just blew up in my face, and...[dashes off down imaginary road, before you know what hit you].

But you see, this situation is exactly what I do, literally or metaphorically, and maybe mildly de-exaggeratedly. That all my random gyan hits me at ungodly hours might make my writing a little woozy, so swalpa adjust maadi. But, getting back to the point, I run because its quite simply the easiest thing to do, and I honestly hate confrontations from that abysmal bottom of my heart. I do. I hate them so much I almost develop a facial tick, it can get pretty pathetic really...in my head at least. And the thing is, when you have a caustic tongue, at least in your head, you have enough to deal with in your head as it is, without compounding things further by trying to stick around and clear things out...and oh by the way, my favourite things to run away from are misunderstandings, especially ones in which I come off in a bad light, those suck. I actually run from em coz at some level, I find em absolutely humiliating/tiresome/annoyin etc...slot in appropriate category...despite the fact that they are misunderstandings to begin with...see if its true, you justify and thats simple, but misunderstandings...they can be tricky. So I run. Did I mention I represented school at the district level, for runnin tat is, 3000 m. So I run pretty well, decent stamina. Not big on speed, but wat the hell.

And I've been on the run big-time lately :)... am actually gettin a lil out-of breath, because in life theres no easy one way track, I'm currently running on multiple tracks, in multiple races...and from numerous different 'situations'...for a million different reasons, I wont even admit some of them to myself...that would be 'being in denial', but tats for a different post.

No use asking me to stand my ground and face things, and giving me other fantastic advice, I give my self great advice, but do I follow it? Hell no!

...like I was saying, running in life aint as easy as track...wish it was plain ol track again, was so much simpler...

heres to...quirky

[Disclaimer: This post has been destined by the very nature of its origins to make no sense...so it probably wont]



I have currently abandoned myself to an absolutely shamelessly abject longing for the object of my affections :).Yeah he has his flaws...probably, and is definitely too tall for me and according to two very good friends o mine not smart enough for me...but did I mention he is gorgeous...that he has no idea he happens to be the object of my affections (ok maybe he has some idea, but guys can be pretty thick, you know)...is a minor concern obviously...oh but the journey my friend has been...filmi, very filmi, full of stolen glances and gazes held across crowded canteens, and wondering what each others' names are, and at one point...finding it incredibly romantic that I might never know. But damn folks kept yelling it all over the place and I heard it, so the big mystery element surrounding him is sorta diminished now. The first time I saw him, that he thought I was cute was obvious(wheee!), it still is, most times anyway. But then again, he is probably only putting sight, which is a pity really, because for someone who has grown up on a consistently bollywood diet(namely moi)...all tat filminess totally totally works(unfortunately)...and did I mention we dont know each other, thats very essentially Bollywood too.
Now before you label me a psychopath and stop speaking to me when you meet me, chill, it was probably random boredom ( or the fact tat we're both really pretty :P) tat led us down this essentially harmless road anyway.

Hmmm...I cant exactly say much more without actually coming out and naming the dude...so...oh well I guess I'll end this post. Didnt serve much purpose...But wat can I say...he leaves me (and tats ME!!!) tongue-tied...

yeah i have it baaaad...heaven help me