The commute

I am not really sure what I want to do with this blog. When I feel like doing something about its present state of abandonment, I am reminded of the fact that come December I will lose all my old entries from blog-city. This usually propels me to either start posting the old blog-city posts here (Sorry for not answering your comment Shirin), or dampens my mood.

In any case, here I am again.

There is a new trick in town, one more step in the effort to avoid all types of acknowledgment of other forms of life around us. First there was the newspaper, pretend you are reading the news paper and hope no one will smile or talk to you. Then the cell phone, call your voicemail and listen to your old messages. The iPod, plug those speakers in and you don’t have to listen to the bus driver greeting you on the bus, or even acknowledge him. Add a pair of dark glasses and you are set for life baby. This eliminates all possibilities. So you have now eliminated even the slight chance that you may meet someone’s eye on the road and have to smile at them.

I loved my iPod, till the point that it started to make me deaf. But I am not a big fan of listening to the iPod when I am walking around, on the bus, or jogging. I like to hear background noises, when I am jogging or walking I like to hear the birds. Also I like greeting people and hearing what they say.

Why are people so against smiling at or greeting a stranger that they have to go to these extremes?

I guess my travel time is really small, if I needed to travel for an hour every day I would have these on too. I doubt it.

Scene Three- Music

The drummer in her head had been joined by a cymbal player and a very enthusiastic trumpeter.

Breaking-up Etiquettes

Due to the joyless note that has become the background score of my life (I have no reason for this, most people I know would be happy with the situation I find myself in). So continuing on that note, this is the kind of coffee table conversation I indulge in.

Breaking-up etiquettes:

To you my friends whose identity in these pages is veiled in fictional disguise it is but fitting that I dedicate this post.

What is the right time to break up?

Should you break up with the person when you know he/she has a busy time coming up in their life, so they will have to focus on that and get over you fast?

· Can backfire as said person may screw up the important task.

Should you break up when he/she is with friends and family and has his/her support system around (who can gather around and tear you apart and help said person get over you).

· Or will this cause the happy occasion to turn into a mourning festival?

Should you break up as soon as you can? Or should you wait it out and hope the other person breaks up with you first?

Should you be yourself and have faith in the fact that no one can be with you for such a long time and wait for them to break up with you?

Should you tell said person about other friend who would totally dig them?

Is it your responsibility as the instigator of the break up to listen to the theatrics quietly, if said person feels inclined to resort to such?

Alive

She draws her knees together and rests her head on them; she wipes her tears imagining him doing it. She can almost hear him whispering to her that she was safe now, that he loved her. He wasn’t real, but she could almost felt it. She knew it was stupid, but if her mind could play this trick to make her feel better, she would play along. Sometimes he took the shape of her latest crush, sometimes a character from a story. He has to be the reason I am somewhat sane*. I wish I could make him come alive.

I find it difficult to post, because somehow too many people I know (and don’t like) come here. I will stop writing here, because it’s becoming a chore editing the entries for fear of giving too much away. I wish they would go away. What to do?

Alan Jackson- Remember When

*-( sane? heheh)