Friday, September 23, 2011

...and to you, who are wonderful, magical, and amazing...

Time just goes by without me paying any attention to this and, suddenly, it's six months later and I am overcome with the sudden realization of the changes I've undergone. There are people who may be saddened by this lack of self-awareness, but me? I get a little kick off it. Making my way through pouring rain, one fine day, I realize that I don't notice the smell of rain anymore like I used to. I don't scrunch up my eyes, look up and smile at the clouds either. The person responsible for bringing almost all of these changes about is a man. Him of the virtually complete control over my consciousness.

This man has taken all my actions, decisions & opinions and put them through the wringer, leaving me questioning every single thought of my own and while all this is coming off as quite sorrowful, let me show you how it's not. Sorrow has no place in my life as it is now.

In all these years, there's a lot of small pieces of junk I picked up in form of thoughts. I'm a hoarder by nature, so people just kept throwing them my way and I just kept stacking them haphazardly one after another. He's shown me I don't have to do that anymore. That uncluttering your mind is the best thing to do, no matter how attached you've gotten to the chaos you've organized.

He has this power not because of some perennially-joyful life we lead. The fights between us probably outnumber the fights between every couple I've ever known put together and their intensity will make you scream. I hate changes and he makes me hate myself for changing, but once the metamorphosis is complete, I have to bite back all my arguments and just concede to being defeated. The changes make me better.

So, now when I do smile at the rain, I'll do it like I mean it.

P.S. I don't know if any of what I wrote above make any sense at all to anyone apart from me, but that doubt isn't reason enough for me to not write it. However, the next post shall be more in my usual style, so if you don't get this one, just hit your mental 'ignore' button, okay? Or, busy yourself with these 'Everything is Sunny' bloopers.

P.P.S The number of times I used 'any' in the sentence above is CRAZY, man.

P.P.P.S. Also, uncluttering isn't a word? Is this a joke?

1 comment:

Angad Singh said...

There's just two uses of 'any' in that sentence, not crazy enough.