Friday, October 31, 2008

Random Ramblings

Hmm... Having nothing to write about means only one of two things.
a. Nothing worth writing about is happening in my life. Thats a depressing thought.
b. I have lost the flair/enthusiasm to write. A tad better than the first but still bad.

Need to retrospect. Every once in a while you see days are slipping by and you have nothing to show for it, by that I mean fond memories. Having bad memories from a period is also good, because it means you learnt something along the way and have something to take back. Having nothing is like a black hole. You never want to be there. Even the poorest person who has nothing to eat has a story to tell. But what story does a middling average individual (can such a person be called an individual) have to tell. Worse, who would be interested even if he did. Never be in the middle, never be the usual, the common, the mundane. Its just not worth it. Maybe its comfortable.

My mom and I had a discussion the other day. Everyone wants to get into that groove. To settle into a rhythm. No disturbances. Like smooth flow. Predictable. You can sum it up in an equation with a few variables. No corner cases. No instabilities. Pah! What fun is that. You need ups and downs. Sine waves, like the heart beat, it is rhythmic, but it still has its crests and troughs. That makes life interesting. Unpredictable, change, highs, lows - what have you.

Turbulent flow does not have an equation. It only has an approximation at best.

When you have nothing to do, you think of something depressing. Instead of the opposite. That defines the type of person you are. Your natural tendency. You don't strive to be depressing. Its just who you are. I try to surround myself with people who swing towards the positive. That helps you keep a positive frame of mind.

Lethargy -
Not wanting to do anything. Just stay in bed and not even sleep. But just lie there. Its a horrible feeling. Unless you have had a very tiring week. Never be in that position. Jump out of bed and dance. Sing a song. Tell a joke. Scream out loud. Get rid of that sloth that will eat you up like a cancer.

Enough self gyaan. Don't you have nothing better to do than to be sitting in front of a computer in your cubicle on a Friday night and typing out this nonsense. Point! Publish Post. Exit... Pfft...

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