The World Is a Darker Place...

Recent developments have left my world a lot darker than I am used to. I reckon I have only myself to blame though, I am too lazy to do anything about it other than blog on it. I hope that atleast this can get me to act and undo what I have done through utter neglect and downright disregard for the self. Everywhere I look these days, there seems to be a little more darkness than I am used to. Sometimes I do get bugged enough to atleast try and keep it under control and bring things back a little but the effect I know is only temporary. And yet, knowing well that I am the only one who can change the way I have begun perceiving things, I still let myself float aimlessly refusing to take control. Laziness and boredom seem to bog me down as one seems to thrive on the other pushing me further in the denseness of the mirth...
There is just one solution to it, I must one of these days put myself under the knife (or the scissor) and get a barber to shorten my overgrowing mane from covering my eyes...
Hehe...You were expecting something profound, eh?

Illusions!

I was talking to one of my closest friends after a long time today and had a very long and meaningful conversation. Getting into one of my very nostalgic phases, I remembered all the times spent together doing some of the craziest things that you could imgine doing in my hometown. I suppose she too was carried away by emotions and in a flow of nostalgia, called me cute. Me of all people!
Well, quite honestly, she had me believing it for a second there! Damn, the first time a woman calls me cute and my illusion is shattered instantly. For someone who looks at a mirror perhaps just once a day because it happens to be placed in front of the basin when I am brushing (whence I am so sleepy, I hardly notice my reflection...) I chose the most inopprtune moment to be passsing a shop that stocked mirrors. Who stocks mirrors, pray tell? Damn... Well, my illusion didnt last long and instantly I was aware of my mirror shattering looks and decided to spare the poor proprietor the misfortune of bearing the loss of a shop full of unusable goods. Ah well, atleast I can derive consolation from the fact that someone cared enough to call me cute (even if out of pity!)
Damn those mirrors!!!
Hehehe...