Sudden Realization #8

My blog turned 3 on the 13th of Feb this year. Shouldn't that be motivation enough to write? Ah. Well. Happy Belated Birthday, Yo. Mama loves you.

!@#$%^&*

It's almost midnight and I sit in a very very dirty room wearing, what I call 'the first signs of winters ending', borrowed boxers and t-shirt. It's also a reminder of a long overdue leg-waxing appointment. But that's another story.

I write this not to make a point but to kill time. When you are five days into having deactivated your Facebook account, you realize that Facebook takes away a lot of your time, yes. However, the bigger realization is that you probably didn't need as much time in the first place. Especially, if you're like me. 

Ive never really been into Superheroes, per se. But they have this kind of novelty, you know? So it's always great to think that you're like some Superhero too; at least at some points in your life. And then life happens and reality strikes and you realize that you're no Superhero; just plain old Garfield.

And I'm Garfield.

And hence I don't need all this time off Facebook. I just want to eat and sleep.

And drink and smoke and dance and have sex.

But Garfield sex, you know?

I just have one problem with Facebook - The stalker-hood it is! I go out, I sneeze, I come back home and log in- there's a picture of me sneezing on my profile! Ugh. It was consuming my entire life! And telling me I know way too many people or have one dress too less or repetitive makeup or Bah! I don't know. It's frustrating. And over 2500 pictures of you tagged by other people just does it.

So ya. I'm off. 

Not for good, though. It's just a little break.

It's like an ex flame you can't ever get rid of for too long. Im just saying.

I can't believe how much I've typed already. And most of it doesn't even make sense. Like, it makes sense to me because I've written it. Completely original ideas. Wow! I think I got this smart dating. I think you should date people wayyyyyy out of your league. Preferably older. And then let them teach you a thing or two. And then you break up. Because they're out of your league, remember? But not a messy break up. Then you move on. Don't worry about dying along. Because, believe it or not, you are never fucking alone! EVER. Even when you might want to be.
I think I write better on my laptop than on paper. Haha. Imagine! This is my better. I'm no writer. I thought I was a while ago. But then I realized I write just like I talk. And then sometimes I write giving away more than what I may have desired. That's not really a sign of a great writer, now is it?

See! All this time at hand! So much to do! But I would much rather Garfield around and blog about absolutely nothing!

Speaking of blogging about absolutely nothing, my blog turned two on the 13th of this month. Haha. Two years of my unpremeditated blabber about 'sex, parties, alcohol and friends'. 

"Girls your age talk about love and feelings"

"I talk about love. I love sex, parties, alcohol and my friends!!"

And of course I couldn't care less. And I forgot all about it until yesterday. Because I know I'm not a writer no more. The bigger question, however, is that if I ever was?

Now I'm bored and I'm out of smokes.
I miss my brother.

Goodnight.

Been Around For A While Now

Would you believe, it's been a year since this?? Happy Birthday Blog :)

I have never lasted this long in anything, really. No endeavour, no project, no guy, no shoes, no clothes... nothing! Yes, there have been moments of highs and lows, consistency and the lack of it; but all in all, I have made it this far. I think I deserve more than some credit.

I don't think I write the same way I did only a year back. I don't think I write about the same things anymore. Sometimes I think it's because of the lack of misery in my life. Or is it the sheer indifference towards it? Malice, maybe? I don't know. Whatever it is, it's not important. I have 'invested' a year of my life, almost consistently, on something I am not even getting paid for; not yet, anyway! I hardly ever read and re-read my writings. It pains me too much to realize that what I write, really, isn't worth two hoots. Regardless, as cliche as it may sound, it is therapeutic in more ways than one. It's a cyberspace version of 'comfort food', as it were.

Of all the things, I like the anonymity bit the best.
I like that this blog is 'almost' nameless and faceless. I like the fact that most of the people who know me are not aware of it's existence. The extremely few who are, don't read it; except for the two. Hence, it's my space alone. Isn't it pretty cool how I have an archived life on the internet, you know?

Of  love, hate, pain, parties, travel, sex, food, laughter, tears, money, college, friends, this, that and some more; the blog seems to have witnessed it all over the past year. Here's hoping I keep at it.

I remember how starting out, I was convinced that no one ever read my blog or will ever do. I was okay with that, really. I just didn't see how anyone would ever find me. It was 'comfort food', remember? Mine alone. And then 'followers' happened. Comments had happened. I got a bit of freelance work. I felt acknowledged.

It's a special feeling when the world decides to acknowledge the average.

If the blog gets older, maybe I should do a 'Best Of Orange Plum' posts?
Maybe I should stop fantasizing about lame things?