There is no particular direction or aim to this post. You have been fore- warned. I just wanted to write this out.
This post is about no-one in particular and someone in general. It’s screaming without lungs.
Do you know what it is like to be an introverted extrovert? It’s a struggle everyday. I don’t know how that works; but it does. Mostly.
Being a girl has become so increasingly nuanced in today’s world. No, this is no rant about the many injustices we face in everyday life. Please resume reading.
I love laughing at crude jokes and cracking a few well-timed ones. I love reading classics while enjoying the highly commercialised and engaging thrillers. Vivaldi is music while Yo Yo Honey Singh is too. Proper English floweth like a fountain of pure nectar from my mouth but can instantly change into the coarseness of a truck driver. You see. No balance.
I have been blamed for being overtly sentimental and romantic. It’s difficult to explain that maybe I love those things not because Shah Rukh Khan does it or Nicholas Sparks has written about it. Maybe I just do. And maybe, just maybe I am practical in my thoughts. I have been blamed for being ” too friendly” as well. Too open. I hate turning people away, mostly. I have also been called taciturn and moody.
“OMG, you don’t reply!” Of course not. I don’t FEEL like!
“So much sarcasm, ouch.” It’s a superpower, sorry?
How does one define themselves?
How does one confine themselves to one particular notion of being?
How does one find a person who understands this conundrum that plagues us all?
But since this is my blog, I’d say, where does one find a person who gets me?
Someone who reads my personality type analysis ( to which I am obsessed to) and says “AHA!”. Who understands that yes I am an engineer, yes I want to get into journalism. I love cars but my finger nails are bright pink or orange. I am a student of science who reads “Astrology: Cancerians”. I am someone who is supremely confident in herself but not overly so. And my head is in the skull fully functional but I love my share of duly earned compliments and flattery.
I am all of the above and none of the above.
I am a “good-natured realist”. (http://www.ipersonic.com/type/GR.html#)
Now how difficult is that?