Step Into My Shoes..

The movie starts at 18:00. What is the correct time to get to the theater? What is the correct attire (if there is one)? I get there at quarter to. My date doesn't reply the message. I call him, he won't answer. Why isn't he answering? He said six pm, didn't he? I'm being stood up, am I not? Hell, I'm being stood up by someone I have never even met in doing something I never intended when I woke up this morning. Why are there so many people? Oh God, I should've worn something better. Where is the ATM machine? Where is the toilet? Why did I never come to the movies before? I would have known where to go. All these people are giving me a dapper headache and this popcorn smell is overwhelming. I don't want coffee but I think I need one ASAP. And this guy hasn't even gotten on the train yet. Oh he's here. And he's late by 15 minutes! Of course I recognize him, and there's no way he won't recognize me. Good. Where the he...

A thought occurred to me: If my life had been a movie and you were the audience, you'd probably say, bitch had it coming. Now this is something I wouldn't want my future potential employer to see: I never learn. Work wise I am a "fast learner" or so I say in my resumes. No, honestly though, I do learn fast when it comes to thinking-things or doing-things. But feeling-things is where my panache ends. This blog isn't going to look like one of those articles you read in random magazines where women tell-all about their relationships. I am going to stay discreet and sketch my life out in a vague manner (because why the heck not). I am in my late twenties already and by this age, most of my "friends" have settled down (or so it looks like to me) with a spouse, a baby and a career (?), and this is the age where people from the west (you know the goras, American and stuff) have already traveled the world, and had a massive career and a long figure income....

My life for quite a number of months now has been one hell of a roller coaster ride. I would've loved to tell you I've been feeling up more than down, but then I'd be lying to you. I have felt all sorts of feelings right from dizzying heights of happiness to the nauseating lows of insignificance. I am not proud of saying this but I have realised that such erratic changes in the way my feelings have tread is because I have anchored my happiness to other people's behavior. Fortunately or unfortunately, I am not alone in this. I have noticed a lot of people whose very existence depends on how someone or another treats them. And why is that a bad thing you may ask. Or some of you might think, yup, that's exactly what you get for putting your heart out and  letting your emotions rely on someone other than yourself. Now, I have pondered a lot. As someone has aptly pointed out, I am an over thinker. I should not be let alone with my thoughts. But one cannot help...