No wiser

Fudge (Part II):

1. Misplaced expectations.
2. Pants on fire.
3. No tennis on TV!
4. Insomnia.
5. The process of starting over.

Persona non grata

An ill-advised move, rife with passive-aggression… But I’m opening this box of Pandora’s.

I lost my isolation somewhere between Down Under and Tiny Red Dot. Cornered – no, stifled – by spatial proximity, not helped by a cavalier sociopathy in my personal relationships, facets of behaviour that I have hitherto been able to ignore are now thrown into stark relief. ‘Don’t friend’ me – I’m still going to say it…

I know some asinine people.

Cutting them loose (wow, like dead weight) can be simple – telling them to amscray; swearing off their blogs and the drivel they write (not unlike my bullcrap); and for the coup de grâce, ruthlessly deleting them from Facebook and Twitter, so they know you’re serious. A no-fuss theory, but it gets complicated on its way to application. Even with all our imperfections, these people fall under the select category of ‘cannot do without (because you serve a purpose)’.

No apologies, no regrets

And to say it like it is… Although I almost always choose to curse silently.

It comes across as an excuse for bad behaviour, only because I am shamelessly turning it on its head. But I do feel that I need one – an excuse, a reason, justification, whatever – for the way I am disabling my life with ego and self-love.

Pandora’s box

Why I lose control I do not know.

My inner demons will unleash themselves, throwing me into the black hole which my own hands have dug.

Strike three

Fudge:

1. This dog-eat-dog world.
2. The colossal space that separates us.
3. Fate.
4. My noxious delayed reaction.
5. The Slumdog Millionaire OST.
6. The L Word, S06E07.
7. Half-baked efforts.
8. The misled priorities of the young.
9. My premature thesis-related anxiety.
10. My natural inclination to procrastinate.