People always fit into moulds, we wouldn't have typecasting otherwise, but I saw a man today who looked exactly like a rat. Which is to say he looked ratty. And rodent-like. I'm sure he's a perfectly nice man and definitely more human than rodent but he definitely scurried across the road. I wish I could be more descriptive about this, witty even, but that's all there is to it. He looked exactly like a rat.
I've found out I look like a Staffordshire bull terrier. Not that this proves a point or is accurate in any way as far as comparison goes. Just mentioning it to keep with the spirit, gather?
My knee's been hurting again, on and off for a while, and now I've been told not to walk so much. Before this I was told not to do yoga but to run on a treadmill. Before that I was told not to do squats but to do asanas. Before that I was told to wear an iron shoe and do leglifts but I think I ran out on that doc. The formula being care for it but don't overdo it, the success rate being next to nil, I still have a weak knee and muscle and fat accumulating right above it and nowhere else, man, how do these things happen. I've never been a sick kid but these strange persistent ailments really put me in a funk sometimes. I can bend five different ways thanks to all the stretching and yoga but nothing will fix this knee short of surgery and it will always hurt in rainy weather. All I need is a shotgun and a flearidden cap and I could beat your arthritic neighbourhood colonel at being cranky. But I don't have a dog. And now I'm forbidden to walk. Amar jibon ekta tragicomedy. Ab bas Everest Expedition then heroic death, nothing to be done. I think I'll go wade in some dirty water now.
I have a ginormous wishlist right now that I cannot begin to prioritise. No matter. No matter is my answer to everything nowadays. I can't help it, that's how it is. No matter this, no matter that, no matter death delay destruction deadlines. Occasional instances where I wish everything wasn't no matter, naturally, but too late to turn back now. I feel nothing for where I am currently and it's a quiet sort of ecstasy, a controlled indifference, another of the many cityfreezes. Only I hope this won't turn out like the others. Returning has never sucked this much but I know I'll always return so it's all a matter of conserving energy and killing time and watching people whirl. I don't think I've ever been cool enough for the city. All I want to do is dig around in the dirt and sleep when I feel like. No matter, take a swipe, go on, no matter. Keep your cool, man. God knows I don't have any use for it.
Also, I'm done with this tag. It scores far beyond the other side of redundant, especially on this blog.
I'm not saying I was a tough unprincessy kid, it's just that Sara Crewe has always struck me as exactly the sort of girl who gets a raw deal because she's such an annoying little martyr. To cut it short, this book bored me senseless. Of course, there's always the possibility that I might learn new things about how and why it was written if I choose to pick it up now, and view it differently and all that jazz, but that's not bound to happen anytime soon ever. I hated it thrice as much as I hated Noddy, and that's saying something.
Day 9: A Book You Thought You Thought You Wouldn’t Like But Ended Up Loving
I've two stellar examples here because Vernon God Little's another story altogether. Anyway, if you have a choice between swatting books away nervously because you know they'll drive you into darkness for a while, and reading them in spite of, uhm, abovementioned knowledge, it helps to not be a cretin. Always remember that darkness is a small price to pay for beauty.