in other words, you never know what you’ll forget…and interestingly, you won’t know when you’ll recover it.

no, don’t leap at this and tear it apart, there are always exceptions for everything, not every idea that is ever conceived lends itself to become a 100% absolute statement. so hold your horses!

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hmm, as usual, i’m bored because i’m starved of any intellectual stimulation and it’s hard when you really WANT to do something and you just don’t know what that something is. i’m not denying that my to-do list is probably as long as the great wall of china [okay i'll be realistic. maybe HALF ], but i guess my inner ‘self’ is really specific when it comes to her whims and fancies, and trying to distract it by presenting something else is like fitting a square peg into a round hole. i must confess, that statement really does have bizarre connotations. i digress.

SO in this heightened state of boredom i shall indulge in a monologue. i don’t know why some people- in a bid to seem oh-so-wise [who interestingly have some very hard-wired theories about what is normal and what isn't- yes all based on their own immobile ideologies] term not-so-conventional things as abnormal and maybe even eccentric. if engaging in a soliloquy is eccentric, then so be it! 

Me: Hello!
Self: heyyy it’s been a long time
Me: i’m glad we’re done with the pleasantries…or are there more?
Self: i’ve known you for slightly more than 20 years, so i think we should do away with the pleasantries-nonsense right away.

Me: yeah it’s funny how they impede the flow of what could be a pretty dynamic conversation.

Self: and how is that?

Me: like for example, if i started this conversation with you with a particular idea/theme in my head, or if at the back of my head i really had something to talk about, the pleasantries part tends to throw me off the conversation….then it gets all awkward and briefly plateaus at the part where we converge at the point where we share weather-sentiments.

Self: i don’t even see the point of talking about pleasantries…are you so perturbed by it? you dont have to say hi to me you know…i’m you as much as you are me.

Me: hahaha this reminds me of that scene where the dude goes i’m you and you’re me blablabla.

Self: i bet you can’t exactly remember the movie.
Me: how the hell did you know that?
Self: yeah i wonder how i know about such a profound and abstract dimension to your personality.

Me: yeah whatever, ha-ha you are so amusing -_-”" anyway, i think i got distracted…now the whole point of this conversation from my pov is lost. bloody hell.

Self: why are you so cranky? 

Me:  you tell me.

Self: okay get back to me when you’re ready.

Me: uh huh, and what are you going to do until then?

Self: i think i’m gonna watch tv

Me: but i don’t want to watch tv!

Self: okay then i’ll torment you till you sit in front of the idiot box…’coz if you don’t go, i can’t go, and i WANT to go.

Me: but there’s nothing remotely decent to watch on tv!

Self: i dont care.

Me: @#@$@%^&*. 

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what a stupid pointless entry. geez. i should have a disclaimer or something….’this shit does not always make sense’. hmm but shit is not supposed to make sense anyway, heh heh heh.

laterrrrrrrrrr.

wouldn’t that still put you under the control of some oblique puppetry that is within your grasp and yet isn’t? Do we find words and entities to assert tangibility over the unknown?

Hmm. To believe or not believe is not the question, it is the quandary.

i wish i could lose myself in the intricacy of doing something and wake up from my slumber eons later to find out that in my deep state of engrossment, i had actually traveled through time.

alas! nothing interests me! the funny thing is, this would probably be the last time in my entire life i’m going to be this free to idly toy with elusive thoughts- which makes flying kites look more intellectually stimulating

oh and i find the statement ‘just another wordpress blog’ quite perturbing because it makes the whole attempt to be distinct and different as futile as making a sand castle on the sea shore. bloody hell.

hmm i think i’ll go watch the rain