Cynical critic
Since I mock almost everything/everyone (Insecurities 101), so a girl recently called me a 'hater'. Well, I would like to use a less negative term to define myself, I am a cynical critic.
But giving it some thought, I have come to the realization that hatred is a much stronger binding force than love. Let me exemplify. In the world cricket rankings, presently, the team of New Zealand is at a much higher position as compared to the team of Pakistan, and still one can find most of the bondings between two Indians happening over beer in a match against Pakistan and not New Zealand, so it isn't the feeling of love for India, it is the hatred against Pakistan which leads to the bonding.
In the similar fashion, the chances of workplace bonding between two coworkers who despise the same boss are quite high.
So because I am a humanitarian, I don't mind being hated by people if it is fostering companionship amongst them.
Well, after the accident, my voice sounds cranky, I sound inebriated to be more precise. Since childhood, I always aspired to be the 'drunk mistake', never the prince charming. My voice now makes me one step closer to my aim. Recently I was at a bar, and I was completely sober, and then a girl comes up to me and asks for a light. All I said was, "Sorry, I don't have one right now." Instantly her next question was "How drunk are you?!?"
I have stopped telling the accident sob story to strangers in bars, in fact, if girls ask me what I do for a living, I say "I am a writer."
Imma
Anyway, I told her "I don't keep a count, it's demeaning."
She laughed out loud (not the pretentious 'lol' of a text message, but actual laugh), and said, "but the bar is about to shut down, where to after this?"
Well, I am into fiction writing for over two years, I said in an even more smoked up, carefree tone, the tavern nearby is open till late, I will pick some liquor up and the party will continue at my flat.
The amazed, envious look on her face was priceless.
Since my parents are some of the few well wishers of mine, so they made me enroll in private speech therapy sessions. Now, the tutor, I guess, was a relative of that girl at the bar.
His first suggestion, talk to someone for long hours every day.
I was like 'yeah, sure, if I had someone I would be spending your humongous fees on her and not on these lame classes.'
Next suggestion, practice kissing as it will engage your facial muscles a lot.
I gave him the weirdest possible looks, he instantly said "Practice kisses alone midair."
I shouldn't have tried my fiction on the girl at the bar, it surprisingly worked and payback's a bitch.
Sidhant
But giving it some thought, I have come to the realization that hatred is a much stronger binding force than love. Let me exemplify. In the world cricket rankings, presently, the team of New Zealand is at a much higher position as compared to the team of Pakistan, and still one can find most of the bondings between two Indians happening over beer in a match against Pakistan and not New Zealand, so it isn't the feeling of love for India, it is the hatred against Pakistan which leads to the bonding.
In the similar fashion, the chances of workplace bonding between two coworkers who despise the same boss are quite high.
So because I am a humanitarian, I don't mind being hated by people if it is fostering companionship amongst them.
Well, after the accident, my voice sounds cranky, I sound inebriated to be more precise. Since childhood, I always aspired to be the 'drunk mistake', never the prince charming. My voice now makes me one step closer to my aim. Recently I was at a bar, and I was completely sober, and then a girl comes up to me and asks for a light. All I said was, "Sorry, I don't have one right now." Instantly her next question was "How drunk are you?!?"
I have stopped telling the accident sob story to strangers in bars, in fact, if girls ask me what I do for a living, I say "I am a writer."
Anyway, I told her "I don't keep a count, it's demeaning."
She laughed out loud (not the pretentious 'lol' of a text message, but actual laugh), and said, "but the bar is about to shut down, where to after this?"
Well, I am into fiction writing for over two years, I said in an even more smoked up, carefree tone, the tavern nearby is open till late, I will pick some liquor up and the party will continue at my flat.
The amazed, envious look on her face was priceless.
Since my parents are some of the few well wishers of mine, so they made me enroll in private speech therapy sessions. Now, the tutor, I guess, was a relative of that girl at the bar.
His first suggestion, talk to someone for long hours every day.
I was like 'yeah, sure, if I had someone I would be spending your humongous fees on her and not on these lame classes.'
Next suggestion, practice kissing as it will engage your facial muscles a lot.
I gave him the weirdest possible looks, he instantly said "Practice kisses alone midair."
I shouldn't have tried my fiction on the girl at the bar, it surprisingly worked and payback's a bitch.
Later
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