Keep calm - because the world is not catching fire anytime soon

I'm probably at the peak of my maturity right now. 
I have a steady job, a social life, friendly parents, I'm financially sustained, physically fit and for once alarmingly have no drama around me.
I have no hang ups and i have no kinky fetishes in life.
I have no friends with drama and i have no gossip that currently surrounds me for once.
I'm actually putting this post down to record how normal life can be. 
I have no place that i want to be.
No one that i dream of being or being with.
I enjoy my own company as much as i do of a few close friends.
I have no peer pressure and surprisingly i have no family pressure either. 
I think this is defiantly the simplest i can be.
I have nothing extraordinary or inspiring to share and i have no anxiety due to the lack of a good story to tell. 
I'm as patient as i could be.  I'm still as child like as i used to be. (i hide my chocolates to eat alone or to avoid sharing he-he)
I work fairly hard everyday. 
I talk to myself. 
And I'm normal.
Life is normal.
My understanding of life has changed.
I've evolved three folds in place of one.
I have no guilt or anger or misery or want to be extraordinary.
I'm happy blending into the world like others around me.
I'm not afraid of sounding stupid.
And I'm not afraid of having meaningless dull conversations with others.
I have no urgency to save the world. 
I'm happy to exist. 
Happy  going through the same motion day in day out. 
There's no where I'd rather be.
No place i want to go next.
I'm happy wherever i am,  where ever i go.
I can tell spade a spade.
I have no insecurities. 
I'm easy to talk to and easier to approach than ever before.
I am happy being of help to both the known and friendly strangers.
I don't think about it or them twice.
I am also happy being completely useless. 
I don't read as much as i used to but I'm ok with that too.
I'm ok not knowing what the future holds.
I'm ok for now with not controlling my fate or worrying about what turn life takes next.
I'm thinking about only how I'm existing and its a beautiful feeling to not be bothered about the possible worldly apocalypse.
Or of zombies or real life fears or death itself right now. 
I'm at peace.
I'm myself.
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But as i end this I'm beginning to wonder, is this the silence before another storm...?
xx

The open breakup letter

Hey you,

This is just an effort to really put out some issues which i know I'll personally make mountains of in the times to come.

Well we have issues. And i am certain that you have also been avoiding having these little confrontations as much as i have. 

But someone's going go have to raise the red flag. And that someone's going to have to be amongst the two of us. So I'm beginning by stating them here. Just stating them.

But before i begin i should clarify this. I've never been more accommodating or more patient or polite or responsible for myself and another person before. So personally while you might be surprised to read some bits what i write ahead, i really feel its sort of a personal achievement for me to have gotten this far.

So you know how I've never said 'i love you' s' to you back leave alone 'i like you' s' to really begin with? Its evident I'm very careful with my choice of words isn't it? Well i know you haven't noticed my 'diplomatically choosing the right words' cause you haven't quite paid attention but yes I've been diplomatic in expressing or  conveying feelings. As i see it, I've not said the like word or sentences more than 4 times in direct context to how i feel about you. In fact i gauge myself in private basis what i did the entire day so i know I've kept things very simple. Point being: I'm not sure i like you enough. I'm fond of you but then I'm fond of puppies in the street,  fond of ice-cream in summers and defiantly more fond of my job. If you get what i mean. 

The curious story of Florence and Golding: An introduction

No no I'm not going to begin by telling you if its a story about two people or a girls adventure in a forging land or two beings connected between parallel universes or an unique friendship between a Nightingale and a historic monument.

Have I given you enough to think about already? Maybe you should expect it in the story I tell you next. Maybe I'm going to depict all of these metaphorically.

Ah, the beauty is I don't know what I'm going to write here next, yet I know just like your inkling right now that its going to be exciting.

I'm a master of imaginative story telling, typically wandering into a million directions at the same time in my head or maybe yet its just a psychologically condition I chose to knowingly manipulate to tell this story. My story. Your story. A great story.

Brace yourself.

Short story: You live a lie

You hide your true identity.
Your friends think they know you, but they don't. 
Your parents think that there isn't more to know about you, but they don't know. 
You kid thinks you're an entire universe in yourself, but you live a a parallel reality on the side.

Your colleges think you're unexposed, plain, self obsessed, cocooned.

But what they don't know is - you aren't.  

You beat women on the side.
You lie to your wife and while you wear her name around your ring finger,

You have the courage to cress someone else with that very same hand.
The same lips you use to kiss you young one, you use for purposes much beyond dirty words.

 

When you take off your clothes at night, you don't take off the pretense.

Never exposing your scars and ugly skin to your own life. 

Never at easy, fearing prying eyes. 

You only take that off in private.
But privet is never really on your own,
Never in the confinement of small rooms that suffocate your soul,  

Always in the presence of another being you delude and call your one true love.

Little do you have the guts to even look at yourself in the mirror 

To acknowledge that there's not been one but a series of such strangers.

Who you put down I in private.
Who you torture behind closed doors.
Who you hurt with all your strength, both physical and emotionally.

 
You've created monsters with void pasts. 

Their own reality and history diluted by your words.
Who are cruel to themselves and who ache to pain at your hands. 
On the outside no one will ever be able to see this person.
On the outside no one will ever know those strangers.

Those few quiet woman, fragile flowers silently writhing at your hands.  

You hide your true identity... 
Your friends think they know you, but they don't..
But i do. 

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.  -  Charles Dickens