Suddenly Amna sees all the patterns. Or how she wishes

 

Hello there. How has it been? I hope it has been good, because while whatever happened to you, i got hit by an epiphany. And now i can see all the patters quite clearly.

Maybe because it is really really mind boggling hot. But whatever the reason i now can safely assume that i am a maestro who knows about the living realities of life.

Okay. Slight exaggeration there. I see SOME patters but not all of them.

For instance i see that this world has sooo many humans. but what i fail is see is WHY?

And i see that cats are all soft and cuddly. But i cant say why.

I see that people are pathetic but i can not explain, because i can not see, why.

And then, i see that there is a purpose of my living, but what i don’t get is that why then am i so damn lazy, getting fat and not doing ever half of the stuff that i see myself doing in my mind.

So that is it. Seeing pretty colorful circles as a pattern is easy enough. But being fooled by them–not cool circles, not cool.

Amna’s brain is exploding!

Good day *irony*. I am Amna, for those of you who don’t know. I am a very awe-inspiring person *truth*. I am also an anti-people person, although i am highly social. You wonder how that could be. Well people sometimes irritate me.

So today the agenda is that my brain is exploding. And why is it exploding at all. Well to begin with it is extremely hot here. So hot that it ain’t even funny. I feel that we are living somewhere in the center of the sun.

Secondly because everyone is annoying one way or another. But mostly because i am watching t.v and everywhere i switch, there are these love-sick dramas where everyone is falling in love with everyone else.

Seriously! What is the big deal with everything and everyone. Series about little children falling in love with each other, making all sorts of silly mistakes and what not and then regretting it.

Then there are the older people falling in love having children, getting married, having affairs, having more illegitimate children. I mean, so this is the last thing we should totally worry about is finding the *right one*? And then, why does everything revolve around marriage? Is it SOOOO important?

So with all this my brain is exploding. *kabooom*

Amna is gonna make sure the World gets it right.

 

Hey there. Are you having fun there? I am sure you are. So you must be wondering why a i so anti-people, anti-world! Of course you are. I am just one of the very few normal people who wants to set things right.

And from where i see it, this whole damn world needs a good *setting right*. Look at me, being all apocalyptic angry riding an asteroid heading towards the world.

Don’t be afraid, if you are one of the few normal people like me, it wont hurt.

Okay you got me–this post is not really how i intended to put it. In fact it has turned out quite the opposite.

I wanted it to be all rant and rave, but i am not being all aggressive. The comic says it all doesn’t it. Look what we did to the world. And btw by world i mean the people. Really. They need to be nudged hard.

Amna has a think.

Hey there. Didn’t think i’d come back so soon? Me neither. But i couldn’t resist. Because i just had a think. Now this one, it is important.

It aims at practically everyone, maybe even myself. Who knows. But c’mon. No one has an answer for this right? People will remain people, as long as they are alive. That is no one kills them and or they are taken up by an apocalyptic storm.

People show such utterly pathetic behavior sometimes. They say things as meaningless than this *think i has*.

To begin with–all of them think that they are so important. Secondly, all of them think that they are right. Thirdly, all of them think that others should and must listen to them. Fourthly, all of them think that once others have listened to them, they should agree with them.

Whaaa?

We live in a world so full of these dupes that we can not help but either feel left out or be a part of it. Most of s choose the second option, proving again–my point that people are such dupes,

Don’t think me nasty, but that is they way it is. In a parallel universe if all of us end up becoming a pebble or a rock, it wont make much difference.

So why are people dupes? Perhaps no one told them that before so they keep on doing what they do best.

A round of applause for these people.

A Page From The Diary Of A Nasty Cynic!

*drum rolls*

As everything seems to happen to the sound of drum rolls these days!

Hello i am a cynic. I am not sure whether i always was..but that is what i am these days…and these days happens to be a long time.

So i woke up…like everyone else…only better at many things…And i usually wake up in a nice-ish mood. But then i know something nasty always happens that i feel like pounding every living object *insert Human Being*.

Hey don’t blame me…okay just don’t. There is no feeling in this world or any other for that matter of having a little smile thing on your face because you feel good about yourself and then suddenly like a cool breeze which runs down your spine…there are a few many dim wits jeering. Ay Caramba!

The newspaper was the same old pile of *fresh* shit.

Moving on..i see a few lazy bums, worthless excuses of men, losers who claim to be on  some sort of a  winning streak of being adorably lame..and many more people having the same attributes. I nod in disregard.

They think i like them. I mostly don’t.

Then what! Soon slowly and painfully night comes…oh many incidents do occur in between but if they were any important or any less tormenting i’d have put them here.

More people..more brooding over things that are as important as a rats a**…and yada yada yada.

Night comes…and finally i can get some sleep. Like everyone else.

But many things happen in between…like i said if they were any worthy i would have put them here.

 

On WANTING Space!

Life is a complicated bozo. And what is more annoying…are sometimes the people around you. I mean they are fine one minute..and all just ****ed up the next moment.

And they make you look like one too.

People it is not wrong to want space. It is not wrong to need space.

But why don’t i get any then?

Yes it becomes torturous most of the time. And i know there are a lot of people out there who feel the same way.

I am a box. A 3D box who is  multidimensional from within and it gets hard.

It gets tough. It would be wrong to walk around with a knife..or a gun going on a killing streak when it gets suffocating. And that it gets a LOT.

I sometimes wish i was a transparent balloon floating in the air. And that would be a hell more convenient.

I WANT space. I NEED space. I am a balloon.

Same place i put the rest of it.