Problem with common sense is that it's not very common

So, I’m hearing good things these days. People have mentioned that there is more coherence in my rants. Tank u, tank u veri much. I am ecstatic that you all are finally seeing me for the clearheaded, perspective (on visionary proportions, mind you) and logical person that I am.

But not meeting expectations set for me is something I just have to do. God forbid :-O (insert hawwwwwww and similar sounding words with melodramatic poses), I actually have to try and meet them.

I know it’s disappointing to have a semi-poster child in your hands. Everything is fine on the surface and nothing can go wrong. However, before you know it, nothing has actually happened or things have taken all kinds of wrong turns. It’s not that I bask in my pathetic achievements in life. It’s not like I don’t wish to take off and fly n soar .. hmm like the eagle is it? Into the futureee. I would like to say that I don’t care where the future takes me, but I know it’s a lie. I just don’t seem to care about it right about now. Actually that’s a lie too. Fibbing comes easy. Just like fake nonchalance. But here’s the tricky part. Do you think I am fuming and bubbling inside or I really don’t care? I tend to try and take people for what they say. So, it’s good when people do likewise with me. Right? Wrong. I am running around so much in circles, adding so many uncalled for layers; that in the end you don’t know if I’m training for a marathon or baking a bad cake. Eeek. I am indulging in uncalled for exemplification here. Point being. Hang on. That’s the entire point isn’t it? There is no point. There is no purpose. Hell. There isn’t even a porpoise.

So. I am no wise fish. Silly bantering kitten maybe. But definitely not the wise fish with porpoise. Ok. If you didn’t read Alice in the wonderland when you were a kid, I’m prolly making no sense at all. And though I’ll take it to be right up my alley to be incoherent, I’m not always babbling. I do make sense when you see what perspective I am coming from. So this one is based on a beautiful set of lines by Lewis. Out of context to the point where they make little sense if read in their entirety, so I won’t paste-o for you.

Aah. I have managed to sound dazed and confused as I usually am. Hopefully I’ve managed to daze you up a bit too. Weirdly I have good moments of clarity sometimes, even when I am drunk. Rare but good ones. Odd aint it? Ok this was a totally pointless post with nothing to prove (‘cept that I’m an idiot and loving it) and probably lot to loose (though I don’t see how I can shrivel my non-existent readership?).

I promise to make sense next time.