First post

So, I was looking at my earlier blog. Seriously, some pretentious crap. It was pretty wannabe. This was the tagline I’d kept:

“You know, beneath all that “goofy”, there’s a lot of pain”.

Yeah, that. It sounds too emo. I’m not saying it’s bad to be emo. Some people are like that, they’re sensitive. Good to have them be so expressive… or not. What I’m saying is, I’m not emo. I know I’m not. I am lonely, yes, but not emo or sad. May be it’s society’s idea that a loner is sad, so I see that I’m lonely and feel that in this situation, I should be sad. I’m not. I’m thick-skinned like that. I might get sad from time to time, sometimes, when I realize that I’m lonely. But really, I’m not sad. I might stay sad for minutes, not hours, not days, mere minutes. Like for example, take the recent incident when I was upset enough about a friend’s behavior to delete my Facebook account. Yeah, like that’s a drastic step. Sure it’s not, but in this day and age, when everybody is connected to each other via Facebook, and the first question after the pleasantries of introduction are done with is “are you on Facebook?”, I felt it was an appropriate step to feeling slighted.

Long sentence. Here’s a short one. Another one. Now we continue.

Now I don’t know how I’m going to stay connected to all these people. If anything, I think, it did me some good. Now I’m forced to stay in touch with people the traditional way, phone calls and such. With real people, whom I know and care about. It hasn’t had any great effect on my life. Only one less website for me to open. Well, that’s replaced with this one. Anyway, I digress.

I LOVE THIS PHRASE, I DIGRESS. Feels so aristocratic and regal. Like a Sir.

Too.

Much.

9Gag.

Honestly, I digress.

I was talking about how thick-skinned I am, and the fact that things that make me sad, don’t keep me sad for long. So this guy did something that prompted me to delete my Facebook account. I thought I’m going to be all serious around him for weeks now. I was joking with him that same night. Say 30 minutes after said FB account deletion. Even that duration is long.

So there you have it. I’m a loner. Don’t have true friends. It’s never been “we can’t do this if Himanshu is not there”. Yet, I’m happy. I’m happy listening to my music, happy watching my movies and TV series, happy reading the books. It’d be nice to have some true friends. Some people who might get sad if I die tomorrow. It’d be nice to have a girlfriend. Nice to have a companion. But I’m not sad that I don’t have these things. I’m going along just fine.

See you around…