Mum-dad ain't coming to see me. I don't know why, but I guess somewhere I knew it is not gonna happen and how stupid do I sound if I say that despite this I imagined what am gonna do once they’re here? I wished for it multiple times, followed by insecurities of having may be and may not be debating in my mind and this is how I didn't get the happiness –I had subscribed for. So I find, sometimes smiling over something is to ignore the disaster, and to introduce sarcasm. Sarcasm has always been my favorite, seems never to bore me.
Hate to see your heartbreak by Paramore is currently my favorite and is been on loop, set as ringtone as well. I've always been scared of speed and height, and now more than that insecurities stab me, swallow me like antigens. A huge lump of insecurity is always there to choke me and I hate that. Insecurity has been partners with complaints, so if you have either of two -it brings the other half as well. When we don’t have options we complain of not having enough when offered many we complain confusion and this goes on like arithmetic progressions or I must say like Sine curves.
I wrote this on my way back from office. I kinda like that eerie silence and darkness when I return at 4 in morning and it equally scares me. Well, how can same thing make somebody feel two exact opposite emotions? Just like farewells do –joy of starting something new and sadness of ending of something you’ve been part of. Oh, happy belated friendship day to all my fellow bloggers and readers. Strangers who love music are all my friends and those who don’t, could never be. Well, everything else is good. Any wonders, if I say –insecurities define the depth of passion behind something? May be yes, it does or may be it is just a fool’s asset to display passion. Whatever, I hope I get to see my family soon. Signing out, may God bless y’all.. :)