There are times when little plans, small wishes and tiny, seemingly insignificant details go off the rails with immeasurable consequences. When that sharp stab of exclusion strikes, it tends to remind you, as Neil McCormick would say, "that you're in the world of celebrity as a guest and not a member" and, for the slightest time, leaves you utterly, utterly inconsolable.
When even (subconsciously/listlessly) playing "A New Decade" on repeat for half an hour doesn't cheer me up, there's something wrong with the universe.
Also, please, please don't watch "The Proposal." It sucks.
See? There's isn't even the Italic to make things right. Now THAT says something.
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I'm not sure if there's a point to this story but I'm going to tell it again.
- Eashan Ghosh
- India
- I've been wilfully caught up in the self-defeating quest to get to know myself for years. I've never expected anything beneficial to result from such a quest. I tend to evoke extremely polarised reactions from people I get to know in passing. Consequently, only those people who know me inside-out would honestly claim that I'm a person who's just "alright." It's not a coincidence that the description I've laid out above has no fewer than, title included, eleven references to me (make that twelve). I'm affectionately referred to as "Ego." I think that last statement might have given away a tad too much. Welcome Aboard.
1 comment:
wah.
I don't think I've read about two movies on your blog on the same page. Ever!
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