DippyBlogs (dippyblogs) wrote,

General stuff

Its been a while since I posted something here. Its not that there’s nothing I want to share, neither is it that I’m too busy to. Its just that I would start off on one of the millions of ideas in my head and then the whole inspiration would go, I would feel bored and distracted and soon abandon the post. The half-written notepads in my folder are proof of that.

I guess with my being in a new city, my mailing has become stronger than ever, and I bounce off most of my thoughts there.

Some of the things I’ve been meaning to write about over the past month:

a)      Jargons used in companies. The implausibility of the contexts they get used in.

b)     Overrating of work to fill time

c)      The incident of the woman on the street who scared me with her smile and her sudden and loud “Hey!” only to discover she was on phone

d)     The bus journeys and the taxi rides

e)      The movie Eragon (yes, I wanted to write some rubbish on that too)

f)       My vella-ness in life and full-occupancy post office hours

g)     Idle, erratic thoughts that have risen and died in my brain, which I cannot now remember

h)     About how a rolling stone gathers no moss, and how to keep the moss away, and how it is necessary to dust yourself once in a while and reduce traveling baggage


However, I shall now write the one line that I used with a frnd on room/flat mates. You become the closest to these people. Whether you start off loving them or hating them, even if you are neutral to them, over a period of time one find them closer to you than other friends. They are the few people who are there to physically pat you on the back for good or bad.


After all, your room mates are one of the few people who will see you hang your washed underwear (if not wash it). Literally and figuratively.


Yes, I know this is a kinda waste of a post, but something nevertheless. Somebody help me, im going brain dead and lazy.


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