least of problems

I may have a few quirks myself; touching my face persistently is not one of the few. Especially in huge wiping gestures, like how you would wipe your face after a facial wash, except that you're really smearing facial oil over the already oily surface. I mean, that could only serve as a means to evenly distribute facial oil, to achieve a homogeneous spread or what have you. It may be a subconscious gesture, seeing the many perpetrators unaware of this social quirk. And the hands resume normal routines. They go on to shake other people's hands, to email on their blackberrys or touchscreen phones. Some phones have enough smear on them; you could scrape it off and it would suffice frying an egg. Oh yeah, the railings on public transports as well. Thumbs up.

keepers, new avenue

I wished everybody has a keeper. You know, just to pick you up when you're down and out. To give revelations and insights at points in time. I guess many turn to religion, and boy it must have saved many through renewed faith and purpose.

I am not a god's man; I guess I should be thankful for the little literary capability I possess. Whatever I find hard to commune verbally, I translate that into words. I deconstruct and examine, in hopes of construing the subject at hand. Of late, I've been investing much time into what many might label as simply a 'time consuming/labour intensive activity'. Running's pretty much a new direction, an avenue. I'd thought it would be a healthy outlet to channel negativity, and I guess in a way it is.

Running is the greatest metaphor for life, because you get out of it what you put into it." Oprah Winfrey

losing our reins

What's in a apology anyway? It's wordplay, and certainly ain't as melodious as Jason Mraz's one. Sometimes we are guilty of slanting a conversation towards our end of the scale. Could we just heave away the 'my problem's bigger than yours' or the 'there are people with worse problems' mentality, right out the window? We get caught up in provocation sometimes, all the distasteful words hurled are reflex responses. It is a, goddamn spiral downwards. For once, when it matters, it is hoped that at the very least, we could recall the fundamentals and foundations of a such a connection.

semantics

This would probably be the only legit place one ever gets as an avenue for penning down needless complains and redresses. I guess when you talk to another being it runs the risk of mis-communication, especially in a technologically fortified era. IMs, emails; hell some of us even initiate divorces through SMS-es.

I don't do great in communicating. Time and time again, events have demonstrated my inadequacies in that area. Arguments, are basically examples heaped back and forth, fortified with yet more examples. And we play the semantics game. It looks like I'm making a bee-line into oblivion, as I chase away everybody that ever matters.

I'll lock myself up with my thoughts and throw away the key.

fleeting flashes

Sometimes it is bleak, and it is hoped that we could all approach the same problem with a consistent mindset. Being fickle beings we are, it is mostly somewhat of a problem.

On some days I would feel like plundering, doing unto mankind what the world has done unto me. The boorish lifeforms, sneezing and coughing, spreading whatever conceivable diseases. All that might flash in my mind before I take a sane approach to things. Rationality prevails ultimately, but not imaginations; one feels truly alone. Of course we sometimes engage in irrational behaviour and that accounts for about 100% of crimes you see in the news.

On some days I become more at peace. Looking at the unspoiled(for now) skies, etched in space. I wished I could lock away the piece of sky in my mind; it is but fleeting.