Imagine a big bag, any ordinary one will do. Now put all the people whom you consider important into the bag. All the one that come to your mind the moment you consider the phrase "Important people in my life". Did I mention to imagine a big bag? If I did not, then imagine a big bag with a lot of space, and then go on to put in your favorite people. Done? Then pick the bag up and try walking around.
Eh! Screw this intellectual shit about carrying a lot of emotional burden that comes in the form of relationships of any and every kind. Allow me to be blunt. I just got a jolt when I saw a kid getting too cozy with my lady. I could have killed them both and gone to jail. And I wish I had done that. At the point when I saw them sitting together, I went FUCKING berserk!! My blood pressure shot through the stratosphere. I could feel my breath shallower automatically. For some reason, I suddenly got a feeling that there was a camera recording all of this footage. The next that struck me was that the recorded footage might be used for a comedy show. Yeah! Of all things, I was going to become a star in some imaginary comedy show that I'm afraid I'll be watching tonight in my dreams! Not good! Not one bit! I even have a name for the comedy show...
जलाके राख कर दिया कमीनी ने!
Jalaake raakh kar diya kameeni ne!(The heartless bitch burnt me to ashes!)
I am sure that had Stephen King seen my predicament today, we'd have got a Shawshank Redemption 2 in no time! Just that this time, Andy(From Shawshank Redemption) would be the second man guilty in Shawshank prison. Wow! I never thought my thoughts were this full of crap! It is actually alarming. Specially when you look for your sense of humor in tragedy, and cannot get hold of it.
Now that's what I call true tragedy.
But there is something very funny about the time you feel cheated on. You allow yourself the freedom to just let out all your anger at a projection of the person who cheated you, inside your mind ofcourse. Remember the time when one of the parent got mad at you and you got into your room and completely obliterated the very existence of your beloved parent? Strangely, and rather thankfully, our mind is completely equipped with all the necessary simulations to give your sinister thoughts their right to exist, without harming a soul. And this is still while you still hold close your feelings for this person in the back of your head, who ever he/she is. Convenient. No?
If you are stupid, or you happen to be attending some class in college, you'll remain crazy all throughout the time you think of your "loss". But, there's a cure. Go for a bloody run! You'll thank evolution for having given you legs. If you're reading this, and you don't have legs, then 2 things... Firstly, I'm not sorry for you. Secondly, you should try swimming. Trust me, swimming works just as well as running!
Crass jokes apart, running actually becomes a lot easy to focus on when your mind is preoccupied with unpleasant stuff. And you can go as long as you like. Your legs don't hurt as much. Besides, it puts you at peace with yourself. It becomes a lot easier to not give a shit about things. Your balls get revitalized. So you get the smarts to tell that flirty kid to fuck off, the next time he tries getting cozy with your lady. You get the smarts to realize that the lady was yours for a reason. That reason is YOU. All you need to do is get back your reason. And if the lady doesn't come back, who's loss is it anyway?
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