Saturday, September 25, 2004

Of creeps and meaninglessness

I feel like a walking, talking, fake-smiling embodiment of creep. I see a long road ahead, with my luck upto my nineties, filled to the brim with mediocrity. At the end of that unnecessarily long road, I see a headstone, inscribed with my name and the summation of me and my life in two words: "Nothing Special". I see it all with such clarity, I become my own leading critic. Should I ignore it, I would become my own biggest fan. I would cheer for obscurity and everytime someone forgets my name, I would clap appreciatively. Instead, I sit here, think of returning to isolation in my room with my gadgets. Some days MSN helps drown out the futility of a life by providing meaningless words that will cease to matter three minutes after they have been spoken but sometimes MSN and its meaningless chatter becomes too much to take.

Misha at Saturday, September 25, 2004

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