‘How do you feel?’
God somehow brewed the human race out of teeny-tiny molecules and ensured that they continue their existence on this planet. He made men, women, others and he made vaginas and penises. He ensured that the endometrial lining of the female uterus changed itself every month and also saw to it that the corpus spongium soaked up enough blood to give someone a hard-on. He made sex. And he made it pleasurable, because without that, the human race would have been wiped out eons ago.
But what if they broke out on a rampage and screwed anyone and everyone? I mean the human race had a chance of turning slutty. And polygamous.
So then he decided to invent emotions! Viola.
Oh wait, where the fuck is the feminist in me? Why am I referring to God as a ‘He’? For all we know, God might be a woman. Feminism, right back on. Okay, so She decided to attached all the clitoral matters to the heart. So that we get attached to someone we share our coffees with, attached to someone who would do something as simple as give us their attention.
Oh the curse of emotions.
But this is even worse for the attention depraved souls who grew up to take care of themselves, and so much that they believe anyone who’d give them a figment of their time, and they’d be all melting and stuff inside their hearts.
That is the problem with big hearted people. They give and they give and they give and don’t know where to stop. And when people, being people, are selfish, they get their poor little hearts broken. They sit in some corner of the room, trying everything from coffee to music to Marquez to heal their broken hearts but what’s done is done, right?
There is a certain drawback when you feel things at the depth that most people can’t seem to process or understand. At times it gives you an uncanny advantage because you can read the other person like an open book and be exactly a version of yourself that they need right then and there, and that is why you are so comforting. You are a chameleon of emotions. You are too many people at once and so much, that it becomes dizzying trying to find your own true self among the alternate versions, which are also in fact, very much you.
But most of the other times, people have a hard time assessing what and how you truly feel about every little tiny detail. They will have no idea in a zillion years that every little detail is thought of, over and over again inside the dark and messy corners of our minds until fact and fiction become one and the same. We live in a maddening world, inside. We have a hard time trying to stay afloat and appear sane.
But somewhere in this, there lies beauty.
After all, what is the use of a sparkly clean mind and no thoughts inside? Our eyes would be blank and there would be no depth to stare into.
So let the people not get you. You do not need that kind of love which comes in calculated doses. Walk away from people who do not know where you begin or where you start cracking, where you find peace and where you find chaos.
Just walk away. People cannot understand the depths when all they can do is swim in the shallow waters.
You keep your emotions, you keep them.
Somewhere, sometime, everything will fall into place.
God somehow brewed the human race out of teeny-tiny molecules and ensured that they continue their existence on this planet. He made men, women, others and he made vaginas and penises. He ensured that the endometrial lining of the female uterus changed itself every month and also saw to it that the corpus spongium soaked up enough blood to give someone a hard-on. He made sex. And he made it pleasurable, because without that, the human race would have been wiped out eons ago.
But what if they broke out on a rampage and screwed anyone and everyone? I mean the human race had a chance of turning slutty. And polygamous.
So then he decided to invent emotions! Viola.
Oh wait, where the fuck is the feminist in me? Why am I referring to God as a ‘He’? For all we know, God might be a woman. Feminism, right back on. Okay, so She decided to attached all the clitoral matters to the heart. So that we get attached to someone we share our coffees with, attached to someone who would do something as simple as give us their attention.
Oh the curse of emotions.
But this is even worse for the attention depraved souls who grew up to take care of themselves, and so much that they believe anyone who’d give them a figment of their time, and they’d be all melting and stuff inside their hearts.
That is the problem with big hearted people. They give and they give and they give and don’t know where to stop. And when people, being people, are selfish, they get their poor little hearts broken. They sit in some corner of the room, trying everything from coffee to music to Marquez to heal their broken hearts but what’s done is done, right?
There is a certain drawback when you feel things at the depth that most people can’t seem to process or understand. At times it gives you an uncanny advantage because you can read the other person like an open book and be exactly a version of yourself that they need right then and there, and that is why you are so comforting. You are a chameleon of emotions. You are too many people at once and so much, that it becomes dizzying trying to find your own true self among the alternate versions, which are also in fact, very much you.
But most of the other times, people have a hard time assessing what and how you truly feel about every little tiny detail. They will have no idea in a zillion years that every little detail is thought of, over and over again inside the dark and messy corners of our minds until fact and fiction become one and the same. We live in a maddening world, inside. We have a hard time trying to stay afloat and appear sane.
But somewhere in this, there lies beauty.
After all, what is the use of a sparkly clean mind and no thoughts inside? Our eyes would be blank and there would be no depth to stare into.
So let the people not get you. You do not need that kind of love which comes in calculated doses. Walk away from people who do not know where you begin or where you start cracking, where you find peace and where you find chaos.
Just walk away. People cannot understand the depths when all they can do is swim in the shallow waters.
You keep your emotions, you keep them.
Somewhere, sometime, everything will fall into place.
Moni ur talent of writing is amazing
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