The Would-Be Writer

Let us start by saying that we all have our fault lines. Some might accept theirs while others might very sweetly and amazingly well. But let’s be real, we aren’t those people. We embrace the weirdness that is US. We also make sure we don’t shy away from the fault lines found in us. For example, I had a discussion recently where I labelled myself an optimist who is a cynical realist. What that means you might ask? It is when someone with all their heart wishes for the best, but knows that the world is crummy place and doesn’t amount up too much. So as a cynical realist, it is my responsibility, self-anointed one I might add, to be able to make sure that I spread around the realism which I foresee. For example, there is no such thing as love. Ok hold on, I don’t mean there is no love per se. there is love. I mean look at our parents, they put up with our shitty existence and all our fault lines no matter what. All of you out there who have been kicked out of their homes, need to...

So I have been away for quite some time. There was no post on new year's eve as is my norm. Neither was there one on my birthday or through one of the major changes which I just went through. But today, right now right here, I want to write.  A friend once said to me, that once I actually fall in love, or have a partner, I won't feel the need to write. I wholeheartedly disagreed with him at that time. But then I realized he was right. However, on another note, I'm still single. The reason I have not been able to pen my thoughts, is simple: I don't feel the need to externalize my thoughts anymore. I am extrovert, turned into an introvert. My extrovert fights against it, but then I think that is what growing up is all about.  Ok back to why I want to write today, so it will be a disjointed piece, hope it is not crucified. Its been a whole year to date, that my grandfather passed away. And I have been feeling his absence a lot recently. Probably because I am going thro...