Being strange. Part I.

Seriously speaking, I am drained to think up a creative enough title for this post and the posts to come (not that prior to this I've done that well). Also, I am a bit short on time and trying to multitask. Now, no one's compelling me to write this post but I still am, that's the beauty of doing something you love. No, I am not trying to preach anybody anything here. Just that I've heard a bit too much of this whole 'do something with your life that truly makes you happy' and 'follow your heart' and 'don't let your talents go to waste' and some more of 'you're gifted, you just need to push yourself', etc, etc. When you hear that repeatedly there are two things that can happen - a. It hits some nerve in your brain so that you set everything in your life straight or b. You just are puzzled and lost and contemplating whether these people even know what they're talking about.

I am not specifying which category I belong to though it ain't hard to figure that one out, but lets just say, that you do need to have some sort of a structure, some sort of a rough plan or goal in life. That's what's expected of you, that's the way the world works and that's the way people who are brilliant become brilliant. It's all subject to change, both endogenous and exogenous, but you nonetheless need to have some direction in life. That makes sense completely.

But some of us, just don't. I don't know if that's a sign of our impending dismal future of being just another average, indecisive, laid back human being - just existing and going with the flow - something that none of us want to be but most of us are. So, how exactly are you supposed to find a way. I'm sure there are tons with an answer and many more willing to give me one. But, for those who feel the same - the answers gotta come from the inside. When and how, I really don't know. Infact, I'm not even too sure whether it'll come or not. But till then, bear with my misery, general sense of pity and disgust towards life.

Since impressions matter, let me clarify - I'm not always a grumpy person, it's just that the grumpy me loves to pour it's heart out all the time.

P.S. This is just the first of a series of posts where all strange thoughts that occur to me are penned down. Oh, sorry, typed out.