They do you know. These “Oh I am soo in love dahling” type couples. Feeding each other cake and looking “so cute” together. I don’t know whether to barf my brains out or just shoot myself. Decisions, decisions.
My plans to project a normal, sociable image at a gathering of people tonight proved to be a humongous failure. Partly because the “normal” image generally tends to disappear about 3-7 minutes after I begin talking. Although I must admit that being welcomed with the cries of “Here comes the porn star!” did make the task even more difficult.
I have been accused of being socially challenged on the basis of this conversation:
KS: Hello [To a girl I have just been introduced to]
Girl: Hello. So you are also from ____. Do you know ____?
KS: Oh yeah, the one who looks like an ogre?
Girl: [Look of utter incomprehension coupled with signs of shock]
KS: You know, like Shrek?
Apparently that is not a nice thing to say although in my defence I have to admit that the similarities in the physical appearance of ____ and Shrek are mind numbing. Makes it truly easy to identify and all that.
So the return of Baby Fox was heralded by an awesome lunch and tons of laughter. It takes me ridiculously long to make friends but once I do, then it tends to be for life. Unless they make the mistake of lying to me. Then it is time to turn on the friendly fire.
I like to think of friendship as a recurring deposit kinda thing. So every month you put in some money, groan and crib about it cause it means you can spend lesser on your own self. Then gradually, you realise how much you have saved and when needed you have this nice package of support ready and waiting for you.
Ok so maybe a savings account would be more accurate. I dunno.
She is most irresistible when she has a cigarette on her lips. The smoke streaming out slowly.
estás aqui, el mundo es bonita.
no estás aqui, el mundo es feo.