Some days…

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You talk 1000 things and nothing actually registers…
You give people weird ideas to make them ROFL and you don’t know what you are saying…
You hear your mom talk for hours and you don’t know what she is talking about…
You suddenly miss your nursery friend and just want to hang around saying nothing, when he is miles away…
You want to hug and end up fighting. Suddenly you don’t know how to convey that one ‘I need you badly’…
You need a silent conversation with the man you trust the most. And his early morning ‘was missing you’ calls make you miss him more…
You wait for Sunday Skype sessions…
You surprise yourself by answering every single call…
You indulge in G-Talks and actually love it…
You have this “I give a damn” feeling while replying to emails you’ve always dealt diplomatically…
You end a conversation with “This will happen because I want it to happen this way” feeling “either agree, or I’ll make you agree”…
You listen to some songs over and over again…
You type a lot…fast. And delete it faster…

On days such as these…the best thing you can do is stay away from mankind. Grab a drink, put on your headphones, shut the world out…and get lost!

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