Me, myself and I: Part I
Catski Romanov |
I have been wanting to write something on
the given topic for quite some time now but every time I glue myself to the
seat and then onto the screen, I just get all hopeless and stare at the blank
digital paper. I did so too today, for a good half an hour that is, but recovered
after bug decided the best place to take a nap was right on my nostrils. Of all
the places he had the freedom to roam around, he bloody had to come sit on one
of my natural wind tunnels. Perhaps he was trying to check how aerodynamic his
exterior was, however, given the fact that it nearly put him (and me, I kinda
ended up sucking that bug in) to death says a lot about how his brilliant plan,
doesn’t it?
Stupid bug.
Anyways, *breaths in with much ease*, as I
was saying, I was finding it rather difficult to write about someone I have
been with all my life, someone who I shall always be with (till death put us
apart-kinda thing), someone who never ceases to surprise me. Well, that little
someone is, of course, me. You will have now noticed why it’s so darn
difficult.
At this point in time, there are certain
things about this blogger here that I have noticed so far. I will try to jot them down and make sense of even the most abstract, but do try to keep
those laughs to yourself. If you can that is.
Ready?
So here it goes:
I can be very visual, especially pertaining
to accidents:
For instance, if I am about to Ski down
hill, I can’t help but imagine myself going down on the track, then lose
control, somersault a couple of times, miss the safety net and fall off the
cliff. Just like that. Crazy, exaggerated visuals, I know but it just flows.
Like a movie you didn’t want to watch but somehow jigsaw made you to do so
because if I didn’t, he would cut my legs or something.
Or for instance, when I am riding a
rollercoaster, I can see a future myself choke on my own spit, fall off from
the seat then bounce around the tracks and fall back in just in time to that
snapshot. At least this time there’s no “final destination” endings. *Phew*
BUT then there are those times when you want your
brain to be visual and poofffff, blank vacuum darkness. So annoying.
I can be very careful but absent minded at
the same time:
In some situations, I can take a very rigid,
prudent stance at life as, mentioned before, these unnecessary images that appear
out of nowhere. Mostly, they do more good than harm but if you think about it, I
will never be able to enjoy any sort of extreme sports. It’s not for me. Now
don’t you dare call me a coward.
How dare you!
And while you might argue that prudent
people can’t possibly be absent minded….well, lets just say my brain likes to
go on vacations when it should really be focusing on being here and now. Its
fascinating to be honest, I miss out chunk of the present time only
to be transported in the near future with people poking me to basically get my
shit together. This habit runs in my family, so blame the genes.
Not me.
I suck at every competitive sport on earth
besides swimming:
If, in some distant parallel universe that
Prof Michio Kaku so aptly describes had a planet just like ours, and by some
chance, due to the sheer nature of total randomness, had a trophy to give out
to “the best bench warmer ever,” my version of planetary Weirdo-024 would have
a trophy chamber full of it. Yes, it was and is really that bad. I later
demoted myself to playing chess with my younger brother which didn’t help me
either as he later found out that the rules that I had been teaching him over
the years almost always contradicted with what he learnt at his school’s chess
club. [He later ended up winning a gold]
You see, I was just improvising.
More on Part II
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