Randomness

1. I fantasise about quitting my job as often and as interestedly as a pubescent pervert would about sex.

2. The only person I know who earns as sadly as I do is him,even though he earns exactly hundred times me.

3. The last time I watched a movie was when Rajnikanth had real hair. Imagine that.

4. Apparently, in order to live you must be willing to die. Only, isn't it because you don't want to live that you are willing to die?

5. Amen says its more unhealthy for me to worry about Blue shirt than for her to want to marry a loafer.Why do I believe her?

6. dearblankpleaseblank is THE awesomest site. No, really it is.

7.  I want batman underwear. What?  I like to keep the batman close!

8. Devil kid picks me up from work and drops me home everyday. He thinks he's THE transporter. Snort.

9. If I see one more aunt asks me when I'm going to marry, I'll so say I'm in love with her daughter.

10. I want money. Like lots of money. Like uncle-scrooge-in-his-gold-safe type money. Just like that.

Just Friends

Guy and Girl meet. Become "friends". Go out. Movies. Dinners. Parties. Drives. Talks. Gifts. Have 'moments'. Guy proposes. Girl rejects. Guy is perplexed. Girl is annoyed.

I can count, off the top of my head, at least twenty cases of this syndrome that I have been witness to. With a few variations maybe, but with inevitably the same ending - tragic. For either or both the parties. God, I should know. Very much been there and done that, you see. And it is ugly, I'll tell you that. Coming out of it suspecting every friend you got, measuring every word you say, fearing (and hating yourself for even worrying) that your friend is going to tell you one day that he's in love with you.

Today though, I saw a guy's side to it. The thing that impressed me the most was that he owned up to it. He didn't flinch. Didn't discount his feelings or retract once even in face of her blatant rejection. Just handled it with a sort of dignity that is rarely found in men. I was more proud of him than I can ever remember being of any male friend I ever had.

Until now, I never saw what the whole fuss about dating was. I thought it was pretty much the the same as hanging out with a friend. I get it now. A 'date' is a declaration of intent. It is like saying, " Hey, I think there's something between us, wanna give it a shot and see where it goes?". It's coming out in the open and saying here's what. As compared to going out with a friend which can be so many things. Amongst others, it can either be genuinely platonic and completely innocent. Or it can be with one or both wondering all the time what the fuck the deal is between them.

I hate knowing these things. Because every time you learn something new, it robs you of your faith in the old. Of the warm and fuzzy comfort that ignorance allows you.

I hate growing up! Absolutely, completely and totally hate it.