I have a private blog which i recently found out is not so private as I thought it is. After the initial shock and some mild irritation, i realised how pointless, naive and absurd it is – the idea of keeping things hush hush on a publicly available and overly popular platform. It’s like sex with clothes on. It’s suffocating, contradictory and totally defeats the purpose of the act itself. Never mind that i am a sucker for such weird combination.
And the heat in my room is driving me crazy. I have a (at least) 100 pages report due in a month time and all I could think of now is ice.
Yesterday and the day before yesterday were days of heavy but enlightening conversations. Masterfully conducted debates of such sometimes put me in a pensive mood. What did I do to deserve this luxury?
And I suspect I am just writing this post because Mental Diarrhoea is such a cool name for a category.
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