Vulnerable disposition.

I just went through my blogs. sometimes pain is fun.
I felt its become so monotonous. I agree I have written 4 and it sounds monotonous. But then I realised that I feel monotonous and I can’t help it. And that’s another unwanted realisation. Why I have to be monotonous! Why am I caustic and sarcastic, cynical and rambling things over which is quite unnecessary. Look! Iam doing it right now!!!
We are all monotnous creature. Beat that.
Iam monotonous because Iam sitting here in front of the computer like every other day except for those Saturdays and Sundays. Well they have their own monotonous faces.lets not deal with that now.
I get infuriated almost everyday. Sometimes I don’t. Maybe I would have forgotten. And naaah! It doesn’t mean that I was happier in my office just because I had a chance to forget it. It’s just a matter with my mind. Iam happier when I curse, rant, laugh, play TT.I seriously believe that I might end up being a victim of Alzheimer’s disease. My friend is coincidentely doing some research on that. But I don’t trust her. This is the bloody mess Iam in. I have a solution, which never appease me.
I have to be with jerks, talk to them, listen to them and still have a smile, which aches my jaw and even my heart. If only they had allowed me to get up, do a somersault and jump over the seats and play some Nelly Furtado and dance my butt out. It would have defnitely helped me to be better labourer.
But c’est la vie. (I give a farthing for pragmatic solutions and cheap moralistic views)
And I also give a monkey when my father compares my ac seater job to those where they carry loads on their back in the hot sun. Come on Dad, Iam not a small kid when I used to get hoodwinked by your sentimental line about a girl with no legs whenever I asked for a pair of shoes. I get knotted in my stomach when people recite some famous quotes as though it’s going to change our lives. Quotes are damn quotes. Utter disgust when people claim they get inspired by books like”The man who sold the Ferrari”. The funny part is the emphasis on “red ferrari”. Life wouldn’t be interesting if not for ironies like these.

Saturday and Sundays! Weekends!
Its as bad as the painful moan u can hear in Guns n roses”don’t cry”, a random song I picked up to listen this morning. Miserable idea.

I guess I have meandered a bit. So let me find my seat.

Should I write about politics, religion, racism that leads to brainstorming sessions in the blog? That’s grand. I would rather ramble about the orgasmic nature of Jim Morrison’s “Light my fire” music. Iam a self-indulgent melodramatic person.So is Everyone!