Every morning when I wake up, as I'm lying around in bed, I tell myself, 'Get up, go out. Don't miss the day.'
Category 1: Beautiful Bangalore
Category 2: The best weather in the world
My friend goes through them often because of the stage he's ended up acting on.
I've caught it. Like an illness. And because I have, it's becoming harder and harder to care about anything at all.
Beggars- the weaker species will die out
Empathy- some evolutionary trait
Patterns- We seem to admire things on repeat.
Sex education, condoms & moral science- everything, every single thing we do, pushes us towards the survival of the race. Like any other insect or animal. Like anthills, beehives, plants or parasites.
The only thing that lies between here and death is gratification (of self). Romanticised in all its glory.
Category 1: What's the story?
Category 2: Maslow's hierarchy of needs theory
There I was all shaggy browed and mustachioed. Far behind on my 'social maintenance'.
He looks at me. Slightly proud of his entry into dangerous unchartered territory.
'You look different. You've done your eyebrows haven't you?' He beams.
Nope, eyebrows not done, upper lip as hairy as ever. No makeup (which was actually what it was).
I laughed as I thought about how love is blind, just like stereotypical males when it come to women and beauty regimes.
The best kind to be with.