Writing, because I missed it.
Every time I think of sitting down to write, the same trite and clichéd subject comes to my head. I can’t believe how silly and not to forget irrationally in love a girl can be. But you know what? For once, I am not going to whine, carp or kick up a fuss about my quite non-existent love life. I am tired of it too. So I am going to try my hand at funny. Naay, funny has to be impulsive; it cannot be something I think through or about. Guess it is going to be random again. Not the ‘love-sick’ kind of random. :\
Eureka! How about I tell you how unaffected I am by people’s criticism and pessimistic attitude. I have noticed that of late I have developed this ‘I don’t give a damn about what you think of me or my future prospects’. The best part is when I am in one of those ‘you are going nowhere with that attitude’ situation, something inside my head goes like, “Haa, wait and watch b*****s.” I just don’t know why people have to be so critical of other people’s attitude, especially when it comes to their outlook about their respective future. Isn’t my future supposed to be my business and nobody else’s? One can be concerned but the god damned concern has got to have some kind of limits to prevent it from turning into some sort of freakish obsession. The other person might not think so but it scares or probably creeps out the person whose future is being “discussed”.
And I have no idea why am I writing hardcore serious substance. But I have to go, so I won’t be reviewing it. 
