Okay, cancel that "goodbye" I ended my post with 10 minutes ago. I'm not allowed to say I have nothing to write. Seems its not a valid post.
So. I'd discuss global warming or consumerism or politics or the military rule in the north-east; except I won't. For more reasons than you'd suspect, too.
- I'm shameless. The last time I touched a newspaper was when I was 5 yrs old. You see, when you're 5, the ability to read is a novel and exciting thing. So you tend to behave like an idiot and squint at all and any printed material, pointing and moving your fingers along the lines slowly, tongue between your teeth..
- I'm an egocentric waste of space. I don't really care much about stuff that doesn't directly, and immediately, affect me. Let me illustrate that with an example. Take global warming- I seriously wouldn't give a fuck if glaciers melt in the arctic, or if penguins wear bikinis and float around in the sea sipping lemonade. (Heheheheh… actually I think that'd be fun) But if a hole develops in the ozone layer directly above my head and follows me around till I get skin cancer, THEN I'd be concerned about global warming. (Note: just in case you're Al Gore and you happen to be reading my blog: (1) What the fuck are you doing here? and (2) please include penguins in swimsuits in your next movie. It'd be a smart move.
- If I understood politics, or cared to try and understand politics, or could find it in me to be even minutely interested in understanding politics; do you really think my blog would read like this? It'd be all intellectual, and you wouldn't be reading it unless you're wearing a kurta and a jhola and running late for that play you're directing..*adjusts specs* (nah..I know loads of people who are AWARE and don't own a jhola..)
So I'll sum up the non-existant point of this post:
- My general awareness is zilch. (For further information on "zilch" please scroll down to previous post, titled "zilch")
- I do have a brain in my head, (which is why I manage to write something about nothing everyday. But right now it seems to be rotting. So if you find anything that resembles brain-remains, please do let me know. Or else just shove it into my ears gently when I'm asleep.
- I have nothing to say. Again.
- I don't have a life.
- Frank doesn't have a life. (Will this post do?)
- I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me ting ting ting ting ting
I'm not schizo. I swear. If you read the rest of this blog you'll see that I CAN stick to a train of thought usually. Please don't judge my mental state by this post.
Now I feel inadequate, unintellegent and inconsequential. But it's a temporary phenomenon.