My head is aching a lot today for hours now. I have been sleep deprived since past few weeks. Terrible sleep routine. And I woke up at 8 am this morning. It's getting to me. I am missing the long hours of sleep. Perhaps, I am a bit down. The crabby feeling/phase/time.
However, I saw the ending of a movie today and some of the narratives I really liked. They were very much for me. What I am going to write are not the narratives though. They are my own thoughts.
Some people do what they are told and some do what they want to do. While some end up doing things because that's the only thing to do. So, if you are the one who does things because that is what you want to do or because that's the only way to move forward, then you get used to that. Yeah there is no looking back. Sometimes, you wish you never had to walk on this road and sometimes you feel lonely as well. But, then that is what you ultimately can't live without. The route cannot be easy and all sweet. Eventually, most of us do figure out things. If they get shitty again, then you stumble and you sort it out all over again. It is tiring though.
I write such things when I am in my crabby mode. May be most people wouldn't know why I write such stuff. But, I am just kinda out there crabbing and trying to get rid of the headache.
Anyway, I have to mention something. Lately, I have been in touch with a school friend. I suppose he is the only school friend I am in touch with actually over the years off and on. Others stay on my list for years and we are strangers. Going back to this friend, he, as he proudly tells me even now was one of my genuine admirers in early school days. Thus, I respect the dude a lot. Yesterday, he showed me his webpage/link - a walk through the memory lane where he had jotted past stuff. Some of the things I remembered and some I never really knew or noticed.
I was quite over whelmed the guy mentioned me more than once. Nobody has ever done that for me actually :P So, for me it is important. I have never really missed my school life as such. Nor do I have too many memories to cherish. I remember it all...but it is different when you cherish something. Therefore, yesterday I finally got one good thing to cherish and remember from those times!
My cat Minnie is ill again. It scares me because now she is old and is often not well. At the vets, a healthy Afro guy in a green sleeveless shirt came there holding a huge black persian cat in his arm. And his cat was shit scared when he saw strangers, it just scratched the guy. It was just the replica of an exaggerated image Nadzy and I had a few weeks ago. It was funny and a bit sadistic.
