Those thoughts

It’s 2:54 am on a Saturday night and I’m brimming with excitement that my music mix sounds decently professional! But there is a part of me wondering if this dopamine-filled-low-margin hobby of mine is a waste of time.

Why do I care if there’s no good music these days? And every time I say that I feel like I’m turning into that old dude who talks about the glorious back-in-the-day musical golden age and how contemporary music is noise. Maybe that’s who I am. Maybe I am being dramatic. Or perhaps it’s quarter life crises. Or maybe it’s just the caffeine in my system.

After all, what am I trying to prove and to whom?

God damn it, if only someone made any good music these days, I’d have plugged in, calmed my nerves and would have been fast asleep!

What next?

So my best friend for thirteen years and I are talking about gardening these days.

We both agree that this has to be the lowest point in our friendship.

So technically the only topic we laugh and joke about is the fact that we don’t have any topics to laugh and joke about. Sometimes, I’m glad I don’t have many friends. Otherwise, imagine the scale of this problem!

You know how you vividly remember some useless incident from childhood for no reason at all? The incident whose memory, you wished, was replaced by an important answer that you were desperately trying to remember for an interview? I remember one of those like that when I told my sixth class teacher, with all my brimming emotion, that sixth class was the best year of my life. Partly because she gave me five more marks than I deserved on a test. She had this warm smile on her face and came up to me, held my shoulder gently and told me to STFU as politely as you could to a child. And said “I’ll see if you still say the same after you finish your college.”

She was right. College was amazing! Sixth class can go suck on a lemon.

But now that you’re done with that glorious time, the question is what do you do? What do you do so that I can write about it after ten years whining about how glorious my previous ten years were and not talk about experimenting with peepal saplings in a garden full of chameli!

And of course, if all else fails, we can still talk Ex’es and Why’s of our lives.

But how does it get interesting from here on?

What next?