(The concept, the idea, the thought… definitely not new
But I would still lyk to pretend that some of it is true)
5. Being Ordinary – Who in their right mind would not regret being run-of –the-mill ordinary? Being a bore is more respectable than being ordinary. At least in that case your average-ness doesn’t border on anything worthwhile. But being ordinary and not having anything to show for it… not even Rajnikanth can save you then. The world is a cruel place. Especially, when the order of the day expects everyone to be exceptional. That’s when you look back and quietly ponder on those days gone by when you could have studied harder to achieve that grade or that distinction which might have spurred you on to more popularity. But, alas, it wasn’t meant to be.
4. Not Being Professional Enough – I can’t do it. I’m an utter failure. I’m beyond hopeless. Irrevocably immature is what I feel I am. I cannot, for the lyf of me, pretend not to care about my days off and continue to act all professional. I can’t sit for that extra hour in the office just to impress the powers that be when I would rather be outside with my friends who make me feel a mite more cheerful about living. I cannot keep a straight face when one particular person lets out a horse-train-engine-mix-of-a-laugh. I cannot keep myself from throwing something at that individual who just doesn’t seem to understand that cribbing and smiling make you look creepy. Very.
3. Lacking the Badass Attitude - Seriously! Why, oh why, can I not be baddass enough? How in the wide world do I learn to laugh at someone else's misery and get away without (apparently) hurting the party concerned? Where is that elusive guideline to being spiteful, naughty and bitchy? How does anyone fool anyone that the world runs on love? Pffffffft! More lyk kindness just for one's own good. I wish I could go around being spectacularly mean, cussing and arse-ing everyone off. I do! I do!
2. Inability to Enjoy the Moment - I plead guilty to being a worry-head. I just cannot 'live in the moment'. I've an innate tendency to worry about the next and the one after that and so on. I can't seem to stay happy. The one moment of joyfulness is lost in the apprehension of the next. How do the sparrows and flowers do it? Pray, tell me how.
1. The Courage to Quit - Neither half-way in between nor the kind which songs are written about. I just wish I had the courage to refuse. To say 'No'. To reject something if I didn't like it or didn't want it. I pray for the day when I can rise to the occasion. The occasion being a huge fat 'No'. Yes, some day I shall be free of the shackles which I have bound myself to. The shackles of society, the ones which pull me down. I do hope that day comes soon.
4. Not Being Professional Enough – I can’t do it. I’m an utter failure. I’m beyond hopeless. Irrevocably immature is what I feel I am. I cannot, for the lyf of me, pretend not to care about my days off and continue to act all professional. I can’t sit for that extra hour in the office just to impress the powers that be when I would rather be outside with my friends who make me feel a mite more cheerful about living. I cannot keep a straight face when one particular person lets out a horse-train-engine-mix-of-a-laugh. I cannot keep myself from throwing something at that individual who just doesn’t seem to understand that cribbing and smiling make you look creepy. Very.
3. Lacking the Badass Attitude - Seriously! Why, oh why, can I not be baddass enough? How in the wide world do I learn to laugh at someone else's misery and get away without (apparently) hurting the party concerned? Where is that elusive guideline to being spiteful, naughty and bitchy? How does anyone fool anyone that the world runs on love? Pffffffft! More lyk kindness just for one's own good. I wish I could go around being spectacularly mean, cussing and arse-ing everyone off. I do! I do!
2. Inability to Enjoy the Moment - I plead guilty to being a worry-head. I just cannot 'live in the moment'. I've an innate tendency to worry about the next and the one after that and so on. I can't seem to stay happy. The one moment of joyfulness is lost in the apprehension of the next. How do the sparrows and flowers do it? Pray, tell me how.
1. The Courage to Quit - Neither half-way in between nor the kind which songs are written about. I just wish I had the courage to refuse. To say 'No'. To reject something if I didn't like it or didn't want it. I pray for the day when I can rise to the occasion. The occasion being a huge fat 'No'. Yes, some day I shall be free of the shackles which I have bound myself to. The shackles of society, the ones which pull me down. I do hope that day comes soon.
