Sometimes I bug me. No its true, I really do. I can be the most irritating person I know of. I mean any normal person, if they are unwell would accept it gracefully and rest. But madam? Nooooooo ::horrified expression:: what do you mean accept it? ::Thundering booming voice:: How can that be?! It is questioned, counter-questioned, debated till it gets so exhausting to argue with oneself that she drops, thankfully on the bed, a reluctant acknowledgment that well she may be ill, just a little bit. And doctors, don't even mention them - that would mean retractions and "I've been misunderstood"s so many that any true-blue Bollywood actress would happily sign up for classes on how to deny the obvious!
I suck at being ill. And since being ill is sometimes bundled with being sad, I suck at that too! So while the whole world may be falling apart, there I am grinning away like the fairy Godmother just granted me passes to go on a date with Ali Zafar!!
Sometimes I really do feel like boxing my own ears. I am, honestly the only time I am scraping the bottom of the moping club is when its birthday time. Oh yes, those seriously get me down, esp post-25. But this that too dint last! Sheesh!!
I give up! On trying to "grow up" and "face reality", whatever that may be. If I don't take kindly to being ill, then so be it. As long as people around me know how to deal with "cribby", life's a breeze, maybe a gale is more like it but whatever. I'll live!;D
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