The Author Needs To Get A Life

It's one of THOSE days again.

Those days when you feel like doing nothing but snuggle your pillow or drink coffee while reading a book. It's those days when you feel like singing to a boy-band lovesong. And while it may be the one of the calmest moments in life, it may also be one of the saddest.

I don't know. Atleast for me it is.

There's something about rain that gets me feeling all philosophical and deep. It may be because of the cold and its slight paralyzing effect, stitching me to the bed and making me remember every possible sad and lonely encounter I've had in life. I'm a joker, I've always formed a bond with humor. I just feel like I have this need to make people smile and cheer up unhappy, stressed or infuriated sons of ---- censored ----- , I figured life is just too damn short to mope around. But then every darn time I'm left alone, I turn into those unhappy, stressed, infuriated sons of --- er --- . Truth is, sometimes saving others from their misery and worldly troubles by making them laugh can be tiring too. You have your own shi-- stuff-- that is hard enough already but then you go out of your way just to make someone's day, not knowing if someone out there is willing to do the same for you. Come to think of it, being a comedian may perhaps be one of the hardest professions ever to be invented. Because sadness and all those other melancholic emotions are inevitable and here is the jester trying to drive it away. H A R D, I tell you, hard. So what am I saying here exactly? The rain is making me lonely? I'm a funny person? Being a joker is hard work? I don't know. I guess when you're as messed up as me and it's these kinds of days, having sense incorporated in your blog posts is impossible. All I know is that there's more to people than what they let you see. Just like how rain is more than just droplets of water from the sky. It sparks a lot of things.

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