She sat there wanting to bite her nails. Alas! Once in a while they are grown and biting them would almost be like a sin. Also, she kept clicking the different tabs on her internet browser. So, that is the new way of seeking inspiration now.
Ting! And then the chat window notified a new message. Phew! Saved by the Ting!
Some random day, you just look back and yearn to be what you were. That version may not necessarily be the best version but you still want to be that or at least a certain part of it. I miss that ability to make a blog post out of any random or special event of my life. It's like you are craving to write but even something inspirational or blog worthy is unable to form words in your head. You know, the automatic flow of words that just spring up out of nowhere and then you improvise on those? Maybe that's how beggars feel (at least the genuine ones). They really want to eat but they can't for various and obvious reasons of course!
But then you are so desperate to write that you do and feel guilty about spamming your own blog and uselessly increasing the number of posts on it. There is anger and tears. There are nails digging in to your palm. There is this insane amount of emotions that you need to throw out (like puke). But every next sentence you form is like "doing ten suicides in a row, during a basketball workout (body not in form)." Then there is time constraint because you have a morning shift at work the next day.
Lastly, there is a lot of suffocation! It is not cool man! It is so not cool!
But you have to end the post because nonsense generally, has no end and there is only so much spamming that I would like to do to my blog.
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This was such a good read at work. I haven't laughed so hard in ages!!
Loving it xo
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