What came over me? No. Seriously, something did come over me.The problem with me is you.Really it is.I didn’t know what i was doing.I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.It was the devil! No, God!He gave me an F.
We are familiar with that part of us that relegates blame
to some seen or unseen third party right? Perfect. I want to do a cute little
talk on it. As some of my more assertive friends would say, ‘let us thrash this
matter’, or at least, let us try to. There’s almost always no harm in trying
out stuff(unless by trying out stuff, you mean trying out poisonous substances,
or trying to see if a concentrated acid bath would do what it is said to do- in
which case i cannot really assure you that there is no harm in trying- or other
downright dangerous escapades)
WHO IS TO
The first time i actively discussed this particular topic
was some months ago during my internship when my fellow intern (name withheld J) proposed a theory.
Which is not in any way new, i must add.
“We should all t…
halitosis. Oops, i said that already. Awesome, no?
Well, I’m not finished yet. No acne. No unsightly pimples. No brown teeth. No long jagged
fingernails and/or toenails with not meager an amount of debris underneath. No flappy flesh under the arms (right now, I’m recalling flappy bird with a smile), no slack
belly, no body odour, no feet smell as a result of escape from a prison shoe,
no dirty collars, no smelly weaves. Are you cringing yet? Hold on. No slimy unnameable orange-brown substance in the ear. No uncombed hair. No unwashed clothing that
gives off the smell of, well, something that is a cross between expired sweat
and something sour. No gruesome scar on the right thigh. No obsession with nose
picking. No saliva spray during vocal speech.Okay. i think i made my point . I’ll
stop with the NOs now. Em, what am
i even saying? Oh, yes. The topic is : the almost quirks of virtual love. I
think that ‘the beauty of virtual love’ would have been a better topic. Still, I…
To be honest, i think this post smacks of narcissism.
Still, i like to write. So, why not write about something i
can completely relate to as opposed to some alien abstract theory i am supposed
to be able to relate to?
people tell me my teeth is white, and they like that, he shakes his head. He
tells me that what they really mean is that i am quite dark in complexion, and
the contrast between my skin colour and teeth colour creates an illusion of the
teeth being whiter than it actually is. “This, my dear is what they mean, they
just don’t know it”. Even he says this, i tell him “you are over analyzing again.
Just accept the compliment and leave it at that” He nods and doesn't.
Introducing, (a round of applause for this gentleman please) the guy in my head. For purposes of this discussion, let’s call him Parano. Yes, Parano would do. ‘Parano’ is a ‘subset’ of 'paranoia', and the latter fits this context almost perfectly.