I'm Glad No One

I can't focus. Anymore.
Frankly I haven't been able to focus since third year of college. But, shh, don't tell anyone. It's probably detrimental to my prospects.

I don't see the point of these massive competitions. I mean, yes, I see the point but it doesn't really count for much. As it is, cricket it incredibly boring, as much as baseball, or rugby, or - dare I say it? - football of both the American and global varieties.

Passive-aggressiveness is a deliciously and uniquely human trait, and it is fucking infuriating. Doesn't help that I managed to learn it too as a defense mechanism and it sure as hell won't be going away while I'm still in India. Fucking country of hypocrites.

American media, Indian media has stolen your formula. I hope you're proud of yourself (of course you are).

I should probably see a counselor. But am I going to pay for one? Fuck no. What, am I made of money? While we're at it: I hate money. If I didn't need it to survive I can't even fathom how much happier I'd be.

And you, dear reader, will come to me with your nice words and possibly upbeat attitude, and attempt to cheer me up by pointing how how much worse things could be.
News flash: I have lived a large fraction of my waking life considering how my life could have been different, in both positive and negative ways. Your words do not help, as much as I would love them to.

A Touching Experience

I hit on a girl once.

I'll be quite honest, it was two girls.

Oh, alright - in the interest of full disclosure: I had a rolled up chart on my person for some reason or other, and I randomly bopped them on the head for a little while.

You could say I ... tapped that. (goddammit, where are my dramatic sunglasses?!)

Judging me for that god-awful pun? Well, screw you, deal with it, because that pun is the closest I'll ever get to this particular woman, who has, to put it lightly, matured rather well. By which I mean she's (studying to be) a doctor. (A really hot one.)
Oh, and involved with some lucky European fellow. Fuck you, Scott, because in all fairness, I never had a snowball's chance in hell anyway.


... what else, what else ... ?

Oh, yes. I've taken to adapting popular songs for string quartet. It's not half bad, you can give it a listen - guaranteed to sound orders of magnitudes better with, you know, a real quartet.

Birthday coming up, so soon? Fuck. I hate having to figure out gifts.