So here I am again.. No points for guessing, This post too is about me.. Self-centered, reclusive Me
For starters, I don't get angry. No amount of goading, mortification, insinuation, instigation can ruffle my feathers. I m so inert and immobile to taunts and jeers that they virtually fail to galvanize me into reacting to them, without fail.
Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me. Apropos.
It's unfortunate but you won't get to see me in a red-hot mode, blowing hot and cold even if someone spews a spate of expletives on me. So that puts me at par with lithium in the periodic table, I guess. Non-reactive, dormant, impassive to the mocking around me that abounds me.
My erstwhile FB account memorable quote : "Flummoxed by failure, Flustered by iteration, Famished of Hope, Fueled by desire "
That might explain, in part or full, the reason of my reactive inertia.
I m so badly engrossed in the pursuit of ever-elusive success element, that I presume, can't even be traced like the much talked about Higgs Boson God particle in the Large Hadron Collider at CERN.
Zeroing in on something with such ferocity is bound to have far-reaching undesirable effects. Autism, monosyllabic, schizophrenia, paranoia, cynical are few of the traits that I have unwillingly acquired in that process.
And that unceremonious break up of mine, raised by Temper Threshold my several notches. It's inaccessible to the point that even if I am whipped and stripped and made to run nude in the busiest street of Washington, I won't harbor a feeling of rancor against those who did it to me. Playing out Personal Vendetta isn't really my style.
So there you have it folks...
Next time you meet me, save your mocks and jeers for those who won't let your provocation go unchallenged. Period !!
For starters, I don't get angry. No amount of goading, mortification, insinuation, instigation can ruffle my feathers. I m so inert and immobile to taunts and jeers that they virtually fail to galvanize me into reacting to them, without fail.
Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me. Apropos.
It's unfortunate but you won't get to see me in a red-hot mode, blowing hot and cold even if someone spews a spate of expletives on me. So that puts me at par with lithium in the periodic table, I guess. Non-reactive, dormant, impassive to the mocking around me that abounds me.
My erstwhile FB account memorable quote : "Flummoxed by failure, Flustered by iteration, Famished of Hope, Fueled by desire "
That might explain, in part or full, the reason of my reactive inertia.
I m so badly engrossed in the pursuit of ever-elusive success element, that I presume, can't even be traced like the much talked about Higgs Boson God particle in the Large Hadron Collider at CERN.
Zeroing in on something with such ferocity is bound to have far-reaching undesirable effects. Autism, monosyllabic, schizophrenia, paranoia, cynical are few of the traits that I have unwillingly acquired in that process.
And that unceremonious break up of mine, raised by Temper Threshold my several notches. It's inaccessible to the point that even if I am whipped and stripped and made to run nude in the busiest street of Washington, I won't harbor a feeling of rancor against those who did it to me. Playing out Personal Vendetta isn't really my style.
So there you have it folks...
Next time you meet me, save your mocks and jeers for those who won't let your provocation go unchallenged. Period !!
2 comments:
OUCH! Have you started blogging again? How long for now?
Let's see.. As long as this torturous world gets the better of me
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