Life in a Nutshell

Life is vomit.

('cause why should crap have all the fun?)

No, but seriously, life is vomit at the moment. Like it stinks. And is kinda gross. And not particularly habitable but in a necessary kind of way.

Okay, may be this isn't going very well. See, here's the thing. I don't know how to express myself anymore. Like I feel overwhelmed with emotions for most part of the day and I feel like I know exactly what I'm feeling yet I don't, at the same time. 

It's like my brain is pregnant right now. With concentrated-feelings. And they are growing and germinating inside and in a few months it is going to give birth to fully formed thoughts.

(Yeah, it is on it's 3rd trimester.)

Okay, that was probably quite shitty for an analogy. How could I even expect my impregnated-brain to come up with anything better after having coffee at 3AM anyway? Okay fine, I'm done! No more! 

Let me make it up to you okay:

CAFFEINE CAFFEINE CAFFEINE PAKORA CAFFEINE CAFFEINE!!

Thus forth whatever I'll be saying will most probably sound like a  personal issue that no one needs to care about (and it, for sure, is..like a 100%) and if you are one of those people who couldn't relate to anything I said so far, please close this window..like right now! You don't need to be aware of this kinda shit if you are not in it already. It may be one of those things that has nothing to do with you until you come to know about it after which you may be tempted to question yourself and that's not a territory you want to explore.

It is especially for those few of you (all of whom are basically my friends) who have been nodding their heads from the very first line.

It's weird how distressed I need to be in order to spit out how I actually feel about the things that I am super passionate about. And here is probably why this is weird since I actively (dare I say) like to put myself in such confined situations so I can marinate in my misery for a while just so I can come out of it more refined and polished than ever, later. I guess it's a common phenomenon among over-thinkers. It could get scary when you think about how similar this setting is to drug addicts. 

So to wrap it up:

Mind fuckery->Brain pregnancy->Well-structured thoughts

And you thought my analogy made no sense. Pfft! Okay okay, I'm sorry I cannot help it. Let me try to make it up to you again. With more CAFFEINE!!

How cute is this মাটির ভার though, come on! Also it's chai for a change :)

So, in a nutshell, I am still recuperating and I have far too much yet nothing more to add about my situation for now. I'll definitely have a lot to say when the babies are born but for the time being, I'm going to end with this last doze of caffeine, because Lord knows I LOVE CAFFEINE!

Until next time, I'll try to live a little! Yeah, let's try to do that :(:

P.S.- If you haven't caught up already, it is basically my appreciation post for caffeine disguised as a rant about my "life". I mean I would never make you all sit through something as boring as my life. Never!

Until I do. But that's not today. ✌