Don’t you Miss my Blah Blah? (Please Say Yes!)

Please ignore the stupidity of the title. I can be really crazy, sometimes. And, dumb, at other times.Β 

I had a wonderful weekend at home, lazing around, watching movies, eating and talking to Ann. I did everything that I can’t do when I’m staying in a new place – sing out loud, play loud music, talk whatever I want for as long as I want, enjoy the familiarity that home always offers. It was almost painful to come back and get to work.

But, well, here I am, sitting in front of a system that gets super-slow every once in a while, bored of doing whatever I’m doing.

The downside of being here is that I’m alone. In a lot of ways, I appreciate the solitude, especially since it helps me learn to live by myself and take care of myself. But, when it comes to going out, having a meaningful conversation or wanting to see a familiar, comforting face, loneliness sucks! Like I wrote in a

I should use that line, sometime!

I should use that line, sometime!

mail to a friend, I have even lost my appetite because I HATE eating alone (does not mean I enjoy eating with strangers). Every day, I keep hoping time will do the trick, that things will change. Because I’m sure it will. Maybe today. Or tomorrow.

Anyway, another problem with new people is: you tend to hide (or atleast, try not to let them notice) the weird habits/behaviour or quirks you have. On my second day here, when I found out that one of my colleagues lives in the same building as me, I thought I’d have company to commute to work. I almost asked him something of that sort, then quickly dropped it. Why? Because he would come to know some of my quirks. [Awkward confession time…Man, this is difficult!]Β I’m strangely apprehensive about going down a staircase and look kinda weird while doing so. And thanks to my awesome lack of balance, escalators and electronic walkways are…umm…a tiny bit scary. Just a bit.

So, the thought of a new person noticing this was more than what I was comfortable with. Anyhow, today morning, both of us happened to be waiting for the metro, at the same time. Which, inevitably, means we came to work together. Thankfully, though, this guy happens to be a little too much into himself to notice my innocent quirks. Or maybe he didn’t find me interesting enough to notice (since I hide my awesomeness when I go to work; why invite all that jealousy to oneself?). Well, so, I guess everything’s fine; my secret is safe. πŸ™‚

What makes blogging so much of a relief right now is the fact that I haven’t found a friend toΒ dump my thoughts onΒ have a proper, open conversation with. Until I do (and until I start talking some sense), I’m sure you wouldn’t mind listening.

Bottom line: quirks or no quirks, friend or no friend, life’s good. πŸ™‚

Β 

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16 thoughts on “Don’t you Miss my Blah Blah? (Please Say Yes!)

  1. nicely written, curiosity of loneliness….. definitely you will have that one special one to chat on one day, but its tough because you are dipped in your awesomeness…… πŸ™‚ loved this blog as it is familiar to my life style…….. πŸ™‚

    • Ahaa…so I’m not the only weirdo out here? πŸ™‚ I’m just checking out your blog right now. Thank you for dropping by, glad you liked my awesome post and could relate to it. πŸ˜€

      • Yup ofcourse your awesome blog, there are lots of ppl reading your stuff…. Thanks for going through my blog…. πŸ™‚

  2. ha ha ..thank god ders no pani puri around the corner ..u’r one fo the best people i’ve met dear ..keep on rockin !!!

    • Pani puri? You just reminded me about it! Thanks, now I’ll be trying to find some place where I can get it! πŸ™‚ Miss having pani puri with you (although you hardly ever had any!).

  3. We all have weird quirks. I’m of an age, now, that I really don’t care if people know about them or not. They can take me or leave me. If they leave me, they weren’t meant to be my friend. If they still want to be friends with me, even after learning all my idiosyncrasies, I will happily welcome them into the fold. When I was younger, that was a different story. Mind you, once I was in college hanging out with my roommates, I worried a lot less about talking to people than when I was in high school, mainly because my high school friends had known me for years and had a particular impression of me. If I did something out of character, I was afraid they’d judge me harshly. I think that, as we age, we realize we might be missing opportunities if we don’t take chances or lose potential friends because we didn’t speak up.

    I hope you will find friends who can appreciate your ‘quirks’ and like you for who you truly are. It is draining on the soul to deny who you are deep inside. πŸ™‚

    • I loved your comment. Well, I didn’t really find anyone who saw or appreciated my quirks at that particular workplace (neither at my present one) but I have a bunch of friends who know my quirks and love me, all the same! So, I guess it doesn’t really matter.

  4. hey roshni..
    just came across ur blog.. wow.. good going πŸ™‚
    and yaa..even though i havent personally experienced ur ‘blah blah’, ive heard quite a lot regarding the same..
    and im sure you know the source πŸ˜‰
    He keeps telling me im like u… (maybe because even im good at doing ‘blah blah..ssss’ the whole time… umm just maybe) πŸ˜€

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