Maybe narcissistic people have got it right and maybe we’re the ones living a vain life. Because honestly, it’s human instinct, thanks to evolution, to always think about yourself and your wellbeing first.
And maybe centuries ago, that meant doing whatever you had to do to survive and now it means doing whatever you have to do to live a better life.
I’m not saying love and friendship is a farce. All I’m saying is that most times we hurt because we try to fight our basic human instinct. And we expect other people to do that too for us. To put us and our needs and desires before theirs. And maybe we fight a little too much with our instinct and crumble when we see that the others aren’t even ready to enter the battlefield because well hello. Why would they care about you more than they care about themself?
I don’t know. I don’t know anything. I don’t know what I feel. I don’t know what I want to do with my life. But I do know one thing. I no more want to be this person. I no more want to be this person who has only one set of skills. Fighting her basic instinct for others. These aren’t interpersonal skills at all. These are stabbing yourself in the foot skills. And now my feet hurt a little too much.
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Saturday afternoon
Saturday afternoon Feel like writing 100 words now. Saturday was relaxing with sufficient time to spend on the internet. I have loaded my iPhone 7 with apps I love. Let me relish each and every thing. Slowly. If I feel like quitting, let me quit. I made a note in google keep. Brought my words to iCloud in pages. Writing more words to make it one hundred. I shall now ask the phone to read what all I have written so far. Phone, read the thing for me. Seems to be alright. Let me post this scribbling in my Tumblr.
Possible?
Possible? Is it possible to write post containing one hundred words keeping my iOS notes and Tumblr app open on my iPhone 7 plus? Why not? What is that I am browsing on Tumblr? Here, there I went. Queued up some posts. Great. Tap the home button twice and see Tumblr. I am following 210 Tumblr blogs. If I go on writing like this I will have no dearth for stuff to try writing about. Now the blog is recentGooglesearches - a bot that collects your worst searches and posts them online for all to see. Some interesting thing? Try next.
Clear sky, 26°C
SIPANI BLISS- Phase 1, Madivala Village, Marsur post, Kasaba Hobli, Anekal Taluk, Bangalore - 562106, Thirumagondanahalli, Madivala, Karnataka 562106, India
Better I write now only. Otherwise this chore of writing would not be ‘done’
Now, I am watching Radhika serial 'Chithi’ with wife.
Oh, that watching ‘Chithi’ moment gone. I could complete about 23 words only.
Now, the moment is at the bed with the intention of completing this writing chore. (51 words)
Other moments of the day I remember
- Son returned from his work, doing his cult.fit.
- I had two naps. One short and one long.
- During the evening walk with mother I clicked sun set picture.
- At home from kitchen balcony, I clicked the western sky.
- Crescent moon.
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Favorited three tweets today.
“Let it be” Three Golden words. Begin this with these words:
“Let it be.” – three golden words—
Shakti Shetty (@Shakti_Shetty) June 22, 2014Why big words are small? Good for instance?
Why
are so many
big words
so small?
Life,
death,
breath,
birth,
space,
time,
lie,
love,
hate,
truth,
fate,
you,
me,
I,
we,
is,
are,
am,
one.—
(@Boiarski) June 26, 2014Anything can be hidden in Terms and…
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Okay, let me share something on writing of hundred words task.I digress a bit from my regular routine postings for this entry.
In the last entry, I mentioned a site called 100 words.com and was telling that I try writing
100 words every day in that site.
I have the practice of writing 100 words, every day continuously during some months.
I have done 25 batches. (100*30*25)(More than 75,000 words…
O young Lochinvar
My Thatha’s recommended poem.
O young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword he weapons had none,
He rode all unarm’d, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
He staid not for brake, and he stopp’d not for stone,
He swam the Eske river where…
All tasks need not give the feeling of happiness. #diary
When I wrote “Enjoy the chore” as the last phrase in my 100 words diary yesterday, what did I mean by that?
My mind telling me that writing 100 words is a chore?
I don’t think so. Writing 100 words I think is creativity. It is not an unenjoyable task. Interruptions in the form other chores while writing makes me irritable? Maybe!
One can’t neglect the other chores in the name of creativity.
The chore is a chore. All tasks need not give the feeling of happiness. Making it enjoyable or not is the trick.
Tomorrow let me try writing something about look-up.