Showing posts with label Eeyore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eeyore. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

B.U.M.


I am currently living the bum life.
  • B – Boring
  • U – Uh-oh
  • M – Maddening
Bum. But there’s always a silver lining for every dark cloud which hovers, Eeyore-like, over my head. 

   11  Realizations
  1.  I have had two boyfriends but I have never been on an official date. (The date that involves dining out, talking, and getting to know each other) Not a single date.
  2.   I used to think that I could live under a rock forever. Living the Patrick Star life of sleep, eat, tv/internet, eat and sleep. Now I don’t. Life is for living and staying inside my room for a million years does not seem like a good prospect now.
  3.   I am desperate for a job. I want to try out writing. I never realized how serious i was about writing as a career until I started applying for writing jobs and getting rejected in every single one.
  4.   I need books. Books are my companions. I need them as much as I need air, water and food. It is vital that I read or else I’ll go stupid.
  5.   I became stupid. Wow, I miss lectures. So much that I started listening to online lectures about English, Literature, Art and philosophy. If I ever get the chance to study again, I’d definitely take them up.
  6. §  Writing is difficult. When I was younger, I have this idea of myself as a Superman-Writer. I could write anything and everything. Just give me pen and paper and I‘d write. Now that I’m older I realize that I am a Clark Kent too. By day I am ordinary and when the world is getting desperate, Superman comes out.
  7.   Money matters. In life it does. It helps keep the world going. Yes it does not make the world go round by itself but it is one important factor. Gone are the days when bargaining things for skills could keep you alive. Now you need money.
  8.   Never count your chicks before they are hatched. ‘Tis true what the famous line says; if you forget a life lesson it will keep coming back until you’ve put it to heart. I am cocky because I can write and speak better than most people. It is a heady talent to be able to do that among my peers, of course reality comes to give you a much needed bitch slap; there will always be someone lesser and better than  you so away with the cockiness.
  9.   Hate is vitriol. You can love a person but that does not mean you have to like her. I am irritated by stupidity. I fear stupidity because it is crippling. Stupidity will make me a lesser person, stupidity will not make me appreciate great novels, stupidity will hinder my learning and stupidity will cripple my writing. Stupidity is a choice. Never choose stupidity.
  10.   Failure is inevitable. Especially after College. I have tried thrice and have failed thrice. Third time was never the charm. I have doubted myself and I have consoled myself.
  11. Keep going. I tell myself to do just that. My wallpaper says, “What’s holding you back?” My fears, self doubts, insecurities. Now that the question has been answered, i now pose a challenge to myself; Everyone deserves a chance to fly. So I will.


Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Jon Snow

I refuse to make a mediocre article for my first assignment. I refuse to make mediocre stuff. This is a rant. My birthday sucked. I never felt it as a happy occasion, I'm blaming it on Jon Snow and GRRM. Ah,damn you GRRM for what you did. I am thoroughly unsettled by the whole affair and I don't think I can see any silver lining to what happened. I am now an Eeyore. A dark cloud hovers above my head and spurts occasional rain showers. I am also jobless, unemployed, stuck in a rut; classic signs of a failure. And then the Breaker of Promises or the One with Words that don't Count made me hope again, and subsequently crushed my hopes. There is nothing there. NOTHING. I berate myself but i often find that I'm too lazy to nag or self flagellate. Perhaps because I am waiting for the calls-that-never-came. They said a week, it's almost Thursday and still nothing. Rejection is terrible, this one will hurt even more because I initiated it. I actually had the courage to send go by myself. Of course it was all in vain. I should really get used to this by now. This post is called Jon Snow because...argh.