Methodical Madness

I was barely sitting down when I heard a voice from the other stall saying: "Hi, how are you?"

I'm not the type to start a conversation in the men's restroom but I don't know what got into me, so I answered, somewhat embarrassed, "Doin' just fine!"

And the other guy says: "So what are you up to?"What kind of question is that? At that point, I'm thinking this is too bizarre so I say: "Uhhh, I'm like you, just here for the weekend!"

At this point I am just trying to get out as fast as I can when I hear another question. "Can I come over?"

Ok, this question is just too weird for me but I figured I could just be polite and end the conversation. I tell him, "No........I'm a little busy right now!!!"

Then I hear the guy say nervously..."Listen, I'll have to call you back. There's an idiot in the other stall who keeps answering all my questions!!!"

... fucking cellphones.
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I have dreams you know... In my lifetime, I wanna acheive some things. I wanna lie on my death bed one day and say that I have done something with my life.

A friend once told me that .. "When you are born, everyone around you laughs and smiles while you cry.. but you know you have lived a good life when at ur death bed, you smile and laugh while everyone else cries."

I live by that. I don't want to invent new cars, I don't want to be the world's saviour, i don't wanna be the one who discovers how they get that caramel inside that sweet chocolate... but i do wanna make ppl smile... I do wanna pass on my way of thinking abt life to my children. I do wanna live a life worth living.

What does that mean anyway? Has anyone lived a life worth living? Gandhi? Charlie Chaplin? Mother Teresa? Isaac Newton? .. what makes someone special and stand out of the crowd as a person who has led a meaningful life. What is the denominator across which we divide these two groups. For is not the doctor who saved a life great too? For is not the lawyer who fought for his innocent client's life also cherished? For does not each and every one of us have the ability to be just that.. a person who smiles at his own death?

sadly... not all of us will experience this happiness...
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Tired

I am so tired of waiting,
Aren't you,
For the world to become good
And beautiful and kind?
Let us take a knife
and cut the world in two-
And see what worms are eating
at the rind.

-- Langston Hughes
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Her Side Of The Story

He was in an odd mood when I arrived at the bar. I thought it might have been because I was a bit late, but he didn't say anything much about it. The conversation was quite slow-going so I thought we should go off somewhere more intimate so we could talk more privately. We went to this restaurant and he was STILL acting a bit funny. I tried to cheer him up and started to wonder whether it was me or something else. I asked him, and he said no. But I wasn't really sure. So anyway, in the cab on the way back to his house, I said that I love him and he just put his arm around me. I didn't know what the hell that meant because you know he doesn't say it back or anything. We finally got back to his place and I was actually wondering if he was going to dump me!! So I tried to ask him about his feelings, but he just switched on the TV. Reluctantly, I said I was going to go to sleep. Then, about half an hour later, he joined me and we ended up having sex. But, he still seemed really distracted, so afterwards I just wanted to leave but I just cried myself to sleep. I don't know, I just don't know what he thinks anymore. I mean, do you think he's met someone else?

His Side Of The Story

Leafs lost. Pissed me right off and I felt tired. Got laid, though.
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