FUQs – Frequently Unanswered Questions

Okay, I still don’t get one thing. I f you say it’s your diary, then why is it out there in the open? Aren’t diaries supposed to be secret and personal, hidden inside secret compartments of your writing desk? 

You got me! I am an attention addict (read whore), who loves to share each and every aspect of his life on the internet and expects people to read/like/comment/share so that  my insatiable hunger for acknowledgement is satisfied;  Or maybe not. 

Even if that was ‘The Reason’, I wouldn’t tell you, because it would spoil all the fun. You see, it is indeed incredible (no sarcasm intended) how creative people can get with their “Opinions” (read Judgments). I mean, I love to deflect this particular question with a very obvious but well fabricated back-story, just for the kicks of it .

It starts with how I have always been a shy and introverted person who finds it difficult to communicate anything more complicated than high school mathematics. Then it goes into how growing up, this disability led to a lot of suppressed emotions that didn’t find any outlet and it was even more difficult with puberty messing with my hormones and everything. Then it gets even better. I get all emotional and sell how this lack of communication often led people to judge me as an asocial person and how that pushed me farther into the depths of isolation( Sometimes my ingenuity even surprises me). This part gets people hooked and now they start believing everything I say. 

Then comes my ‘Accidental Writing’ story. I go on about how one day when I couldn’t cope with all that was going on around me, I sat down and put everything into words and put up the whole thing on Facebook. 

Now, why did I do that?  I knew I had to have a good reason for that, without sounding like an attention-seeker, and once again my brain came to my rescue. 

You see, this was my way of communicating. What I couldn’t express vocally I did through the written words. I wanted people to not judge me anymore and ‘listen’ to what I had to say and some of them did listen. People related to what I had to say, they understood and after all these years I finally felt I belonged. I was not alone. After that I never looked back. 

*Hello! (Waves hand) You with me?*

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It is sometimes strange to think how you can lie down on your bed for an entire afternoon, doing absolutely nothing but staring at the ceiling of your room. You are not sad, or depressed. In fact, you are almost content. You just like to or maybe you have learnt to like, over time, to watch the little spiders up there scuttle, sometimes in groups but mostly by themselves. They do nothing besides crawling from one corner of the ceiling to the other. That’s it. No purpose, no ambition.

‘”That’s really sad”, you think.

But then, in a moment of self-realization, you picture yourself up there. One day at a time, inch by inch, you see yourself crawl from one corner of this world to the other. Sometimes in groups and mostly by yourself – clueless and purposeless. It hits you. Suddenly you are in this reverie of spiritual enlightenment. Now you understand your fascination for tracking the spider’s movements all day. Now you realize how similar you are to that insignificant bug up there on the ceiling dragging itself aimlessly day after day. This thought scares you because you know you are better than this. You decide to change. You decide to do better.

So, what do you do about it?

Log in to your Facebook account, and write a status message about it.