Do you have the time...

...to listen to me whine
About nothing and everything all at once
I am one oh those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone no doubt about it

Sometimes i give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
I'm just stoned

A smart kid once told me that cribbing was our birthright. He’ll probably grin that I am quoting him now. Anyways, he has a point. What is more fun than to crib about things?

I am not excessively whiny. Come to think of it, I rarely complain about most things… well except when I end up having those long conversations out of the blue with people. I tend to burst more than speak out. I’ll say something really silly or horrific and the people at the blunt end will be at a loss to say anything back to me. It’s not intentional that I suddenly spring crap on people. It just happens. The good thing is that it’s happened with such few people, people with whom I feel much more comfortable now. So outbursts have their advantages. It’s a bonding experience in an unintentional way.

One can’t go around singing a saga. But if one is present when I shared something close and important to my life, then they become a part of me in a way I can’t explain. Sharing everything under the sun with everyone obviously won’t happen. It’s not so much about wanting to listen as it is about wanting to tell isn’t it?

I know folks who never talk. And here I am, yapping like there’s no tomorrow. I guess the fact that I can be remotely adorable makes folk actually put up with me.

I love it that you read me. Props go to Donny for making me actually do this. It’s uplifting when you are honest. No real dodging can help ease up that knot inside the head. Even if I write in codes, the gist is never hidden. And it makes me feel better. Thanks for being there.