I Would Love To Write
I have been thinking of something to write about, topic for today. I really don’t have one. So, I am going to make one. I am going to write about three things that crossed my mind last night, which I think I am one of very few people who face these kind of troubles. My troubles are not limited to these three, mind you, it’s just these are on top of mind today.
First, have you ever felt like you have been targeted? And only you, nobody else. I feel that I have been, by mosquitoes all over my city. We have repellent sprays and lotions and all that crap. My mom swears our house is Mosquito free, my dad agrees since he doesn’t see any. I on the other hand “politely” disagree, scratching my arms and legs, full of angry red mosquito bites. I have to agree with them cz I don’t see any buzzing insect anywhere either, I just feel the bites and put up with the itching. I think it’s a plan hatched by those evil blood-suckers to kill me. They are invisible and attacking only me. I wonder if they have my posters stuck to walls of their tiny little colonies saying “wanted: DOA”. On the bright side, all this just proves, my blood, just like the rest of me, is super sweet. (I said the last line with straight face)
Second, my favorite color. Well TBH, I don’t have one, I like all colors except fluorescent, eye burning PINK, GREEN and YELLOW. However, I, like most other people, am partial to whites and blacks. You can’t go wrong with either. I love wearing white, but unfortunately, white doesn’t stay white for long, most people would again, agree. Well I am special, I cant even keep black, black. I took out my black trouser yesterday to wear. And before I could reach work, it already had white spots from the talc. And some red streak, and yellow from the wall paint, and god knows what. I spent my whole day brushing off dirt from my trousers and tucking in my unruly, bad-behaving shirt. People get light colors dirty, I am probably the only one who gets even dark ones “dirty”. I can get dirt colored clothes dirty too. That my dears, is talent.
Third, I have a weird disposition. Unlike the clever fox who turned away from the grapes thinking they are sour and lived happily. I would imagine I have tasted them, they are the best grapes in the world, and sit beneath the vine, waiting for them to miraculously drop into my mouth. There is a thin line between determination and foolishness. I tip scales into the later. It would be more prudent to turn away from what is not mine, than to imagine it is and keep waiting for impossible to happen. Why would the grapes want to fall, and even if they one day do, they would be rotten and lifeless. Inedible. This is a lesson my mind know and my heart refuses to accept. After all I do know, the grapes are not mine, nor do care. They may be far and busy for me, but reachable for other.
First, have you ever felt like you have been targeted? And only you, nobody else. I feel that I have been, by mosquitoes all over my city. We have repellent sprays and lotions and all that crap. My mom swears our house is Mosquito free, my dad agrees since he doesn’t see any. I on the other hand “politely” disagree, scratching my arms and legs, full of angry red mosquito bites. I have to agree with them cz I don’t see any buzzing insect anywhere either, I just feel the bites and put up with the itching. I think it’s a plan hatched by those evil blood-suckers to kill me. They are invisible and attacking only me. I wonder if they have my posters stuck to walls of their tiny little colonies saying “wanted: DOA”. On the bright side, all this just proves, my blood, just like the rest of me, is super sweet. (I said the last line with straight face)
Second, my favorite color. Well TBH, I don’t have one, I like all colors except fluorescent, eye burning PINK, GREEN and YELLOW. However, I, like most other people, am partial to whites and blacks. You can’t go wrong with either. I love wearing white, but unfortunately, white doesn’t stay white for long, most people would again, agree. Well I am special, I cant even keep black, black. I took out my black trouser yesterday to wear. And before I could reach work, it already had white spots from the talc. And some red streak, and yellow from the wall paint, and god knows what. I spent my whole day brushing off dirt from my trousers and tucking in my unruly, bad-behaving shirt. People get light colors dirty, I am probably the only one who gets even dark ones “dirty”. I can get dirt colored clothes dirty too. That my dears, is talent.
Third, I have a weird disposition. Unlike the clever fox who turned away from the grapes thinking they are sour and lived happily. I would imagine I have tasted them, they are the best grapes in the world, and sit beneath the vine, waiting for them to miraculously drop into my mouth. There is a thin line between determination and foolishness. I tip scales into the later. It would be more prudent to turn away from what is not mine, than to imagine it is and keep waiting for impossible to happen. Why would the grapes want to fall, and even if they one day do, they would be rotten and lifeless. Inedible. This is a lesson my mind know and my heart refuses to accept. After all I do know, the grapes are not mine, nor do care. They may be far and busy for me, but reachable for other.
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