Chaos,
Confusion, Recklessness, Rage and Change
If you
would ever want to learn how to trash a perfect day with only an ounce of shit,
meet me. I can tell you a thousand and one ways to make the guardians of hell envious
of you for their entire life, in just a minute. Believe me I can.
A simple
day, most loved intoxicating tea, superb scrambled eggs and toasted breads with
butter, and well managed roommate, mindful maid. These are the ingredients you
need to scrap the things.
Maid ironed
and put the clothes in wrong cupboard, roommate misplaced the shoe-polish box,
and I was on the top of the mountain Kill’em both!
This was
the worst day of entire week. Why I was about to slit both of them open?
Maybe
because I have a place for each stuff in the home. A reserved place for shoes,
shocks, shoe-polish, iron board, iron, and a damn fucking large drawer for the
ironed clothes. Large enough to shove both of them alive into.
I wish I had
a sticker machine, I would have stickered each of every single slot and corner
of the house saying what it is used for.
I don’t
understand why people can’t get enough motivation, reason and courage use their
own damn brain.
Evening was
ruined because of the blasts in mood. Few students came showing interests to
work on the star-up and make a college project out of it. Since last half an
hour I am trying to recollect what I have told them during the entire
conversation. Who knows? Definitely not me !
Dinner
was shit. And the worst part, I made it.
I think my
biggest disadvantage is I don’t understand this anger or rage. I don’t
understand mismanagement or chaos or disturbance at micro level. Maybe I am not
able to let the people do what they think is good for me or for themselves. Maybe
I don’t know how to be compassionate for unplanned outcomes. Maybe I have a
fear to this unplanned and unknown, chaotic, reckless, mismanaged events and/or
life.
I got
know one thing though, I have a stored form of energy which I am not able to
decode, understand, interpret, handle, way out, stream around. I’ll have to
find a path to direction this energy to create something useful else it will
ruin me, burn me, dilute me or simple; my maid will leave and roommate will
kick my ass out.
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