She’s my brown eyed girl, if y’know what I mean. Yes, even though her eyes are black as coal.
I often dream about being the frontman of a rock band, the crowd eating out of my hands. Just this morning, while driving, I sang Korn’s version of ‘Ice Ice Baby’ to my teeming fans, followed by Diamond Head’s ‘Am I evil’.
Then I sang ‘Fire and Rain’ by James Taylor. Just for myself.
I have started taking guitar lessons 4 times, only to run out of gas midway. It’s true that I am way too lazy. I am about to start my lessons for the 5th time soon.
Today, I woke up dreaming of a brand new Sony Ericsson mobile phone. I don’t see myself as overtly materialistic. Or shallow.
I hate being away from my 10 month old son. I feel that I am losing out on something precious and irrevocable with every passing day. I fear that he has forgotten me, or that he’d never be as attached to me as he would have been if I were there. I miss him as I’ve never missed anyone. I love him as I’ve never loved anyone.
I despise having to work for my livelihood. I wish I worked just for kicks.
I enjoy music quite a bit, but not nearly as much as I used to. I think it is because I have grown old(er).
I enjoy sex as much as I imagined I would when I was a virgin. It’s the only thing in my life that hasn’t turned out to be a lemon. So far.
I think the reason for my enjoying sex so much is because I love my wife so much. I sometimes wonder if it is, in fact, vice-versa.
I believe in magic. And after-life.
I believe I have become a better writer than I used to be. I fear it’s not good enough.
I used to be a pornaholic. I still like porn, but now in a much healthier manner. Or so I think.
I used to have an (undiagnosed) bipolar disorder. I think love cured it. Or sex.
I still have an overtly obsessive personality. I barely manage to keep it under check. It’s simultaneously my biggest strength and weakness.
I have always been a depression-prone negative person. Now, for the first time in my life, I don’t feel overwhelmingly negative. In fact, now you can even call me, by-and-large, positive.
I think the above has hindered my success/life more often than I’d ever admit.
I’m a closeted weirdo. I’m not quite as weird as I’d like to be.
I love comics, especially the superhero kinds. I wonder what that says about my personality.
I’m geeky, but only slightly. No, really.
I download music. I tell myself it is so because I don't have access to my kind of music in this country. I fear it would hurt the music industry in the long run. I feel slightly guilty because of that.
I do not hate muslims. Or Pakis. I often wish we were one people. I wonder why no one can see how similar we are. Even with the baggage of our respective religions. Sometimes, I fanatsise about a Germany-like reunion.
If I knew a place like Fight Club, I would consider being a member.
7 comments:
Those were very "real confessions"
I don't have anything particular to say about your post except that I enjoyed reading this more than fiction. Life's fiction is always more intriguing.
Gracias, darkness!
Nice. Very confessional indeed.
Graci!
What exactly is a pornaholic? Every guy likes porn, so that much is normal. Is there more to being a pornaholic than just liking porn?
Keep up the good work » »
Where did you find it? Interesting read » »
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