I know you must be thinking what the hell I am talking about -scratching your head, right? Well, lemme tell y'all: its all about being different. Everyone is different in their own way, and so am I. People won't stop giving that WTF look when you pass around them singing your favorite song that has conquered your mind, wearing your old blue jeans with that patch/quote you like to put on, your old converse -almost torn, the way you mosh and all other such things. Do you limit yourself or its not your choice? -Think!!
Write few beautiful lyrics for my favorite band/singer sitting around a lake. Walk alone a lonely street on a moonlit night at around 2:00 a.m. -don't care what these Mother F will think where I was whole night. Sing my voice out in the bathroom and scream like anything. Get tattoos on my wrist, forehand, neck and collar bone. Own a DSLR and click every single thing I want. Get a pug, a rabbit, a kitty and play with them all day long. Watch a movie, and whistle aloud. Whistle aloud for India at every six & four.
Booze hard so that hangover doesn't pass. Dance like Shakira, don't care if it gives me backache for a week. Paint with nice colors a semi nude painting without thinking that people will portray it in different way -so bullshit. All this seems to be a dream, actually it is a dream, a thought, stuff that I use to imagine before going to sleep. But somewhere it bothers me what if all this will look like odd one out, how will I get back to normal for this agony of being different. People won't understand, never. They will criticize as always. So here I am to chuck this shit out and do what ever I want to. Being different feels good and it comes along with its own share of agony and loneliness, agree? Signing out.. may God bless y'all.. :)