I am frequently described as weird or hyper or crazy or LOUD and that sort.
As of late, I've become more tame. The new words are sober or moody or boring and even quiet.
People think it's like some switch I have, so I can be jumpy one second and invisible-types the next. My crazy friends, when I'm in the latter moods, tell me to switch back, and the non crazy ones tell me to "BeeeHAVE" and stop bouncing so much on normal days. I do get both kinds of moods, but it's not like I can help it. Well yeah, I can, kind of, but not to the magnitude each group wants. Because I'm not a switch, I need a lot more work.
Anyway, a friend of mine, not sure if I'm permitted to take names, is trying really hard to figure me out. At least claims to be trying. And like that's going to work at any rate, even I don't know me. But this friend did make an observation, one that actually seems to be accurate for once. I get into this almost goth skin when I'm wearing my glasses or when they are near.. Is that possible?
Sure, I hate my glasses, they make me look horrible and old (not that I'm one of those plastic creatures who call themselves girls and worry about wrinkles at 20. No, nooo.. not one of them. This is in the sense that I like being a kid, I don't want to grow up and the glasses make me look, say 16-18) and my behavior curiously enough becomes my perceived version of the Adult from my nightmares (I don't actually know many adults like that) - deprived of fun.
You reckon my glasses are jinxed? Or cursed maybe? :O
Haw! Could it be that the glasses are some excuse for my subconscious mind to let loose the mature, boring adult in me that I have strived so hard to suppress? Is this proof that such an adult actually exists within me? Am I really crazy? Crazier than I pretend to be? Will the person I mentioned above read this? Is that why my "friend" supplied me with the information of serpentine glasses? Did this person want me dead? Am I dying? What?! WHY!!
AAAAAHHHHHH!!!
[Kalyani couldn't take it anymore! Some unseen evil force puller her mind, conscience and what not inwards, sucking with it everything, like a mini back hole.. Outwardly, her head vibrated and then burst (like a watermelon)! She is no more!! And surely enough, near the remnants of her watermelon head lay her cursed bronze-pink glasses gleaming in a non existent evil light, its draconian laugh echoing in all of this sorrowful Kalyani-bereft world...]
As of late, I've become more tame. The new words are sober or moody or boring and even quiet.
People think it's like some switch I have, so I can be jumpy one second and invisible-types the next. My crazy friends, when I'm in the latter moods, tell me to switch back, and the non crazy ones tell me to "BeeeHAVE" and stop bouncing so much on normal days. I do get both kinds of moods, but it's not like I can help it. Well yeah, I can, kind of, but not to the magnitude each group wants. Because I'm not a switch, I need a lot more work.
Anyway, a friend of mine, not sure if I'm permitted to take names, is trying really hard to figure me out. At least claims to be trying. And like that's going to work at any rate, even I don't know me. But this friend did make an observation, one that actually seems to be accurate for once. I get into this almost goth skin when I'm wearing my glasses or when they are near.. Is that possible?
Sure, I hate my glasses, they make me look horrible and old (not that I'm one of those plastic creatures who call themselves girls and worry about wrinkles at 20. No, nooo.. not one of them. This is in the sense that I like being a kid, I don't want to grow up and the glasses make me look, say 16-18) and my behavior curiously enough becomes my perceived version of the Adult from my nightmares (I don't actually know many adults like that) - deprived of fun.
You reckon my glasses are jinxed? Or cursed maybe? :O
Haw! Could it be that the glasses are some excuse for my subconscious mind to let loose the mature, boring adult in me that I have strived so hard to suppress? Is this proof that such an adult actually exists within me? Am I really crazy? Crazier than I pretend to be? Will the person I mentioned above read this? Is that why my "friend" supplied me with the information of serpentine glasses? Did this person want me dead? Am I dying? What?! WHY!!
AAAAAHHHHHH!!!
[Kalyani couldn't take it anymore! Some unseen evil force puller her mind, conscience and what not inwards, sucking with it everything, like a mini back hole.. Outwardly, her head vibrated and then burst (like a watermelon)! She is no more!! And surely enough, near the remnants of her watermelon head lay her cursed bronze-pink glasses gleaming in a non existent evil light, its draconian laugh echoing in all of this sorrowful Kalyani-bereft world...]
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