Realisation

Have you ever felt so fucked in your head that you would go to anybody for some advice? I have and each time I am faced with this confusion in my mind, I start looking for people to vent out the anarchy. Does it work? Well, I dont know since I have been going through this shit for the last two years and now I am beginning to realise how one spins his own web and then complains to the world.

I think at some point each of my friends have called me a whine and while I have continued to share my distress regardless, they have either got comfortable in the Big Man shoes or have just written me off. Whatever the case it only fucks me in the end.

A dear friend of mine even took the liberty to do a complete character analysis of me the other day and I was being so polite inspite of all the strange things he went on to say. I began feeling like I had buried something inside me and that just holds me back from reacting. I think being sensitive to others is not something that is valued at all quarters in life and I need to piece my life together to be able to know when to push the button and shove the useless ones out of my way.

Everyone deems it their right to trample all over me (exceptions dont react). And again who do I blame for all these reactions? Of course, my lost mind. All through my stay in Singapore for most of the time I have just gone with a writing on my forehead - "I am unhappy, any help?" and even before I utter a word people know how to just go on and on about life and obviously they ensure I hear the word loser with every word.

Thank you all for being the prick that each of you have been and better late but I have realised that being the good samaritan means utopia and i am not ready to reach there yet. Goes without saying, sun whether rising or setting has enough heat to burn your asses so just watch out next time you want to fit into my grandfather's shoes.