The Devil Swears Nada

"An idle mind is the devil's workshop"
(Pretty much defines this entire blog)

Thinking individuals- something we all strive to become. But some of us never do reach that stage. I have to admit I would probably be part of that minority. I am not suggesting that I have a constant blank in my head- far from it- I am currently thinking about the perfect pair of black shoes, the salmon I had for breakfast, the smell of coffee beans, my dog curled up on his mattress, some of my friends, the approaching sweat-filled summer, college, internship, love, hate, stupidity, you get my point...

But much like we need stuff to fill our day and make it fulfilling, we need stuff to fill our head too (marshmallows are a good substitute but we don't want to be worm food do we?). Basically, constructive thinking is what I think I lack- let's face it, thinking about those shoes is not getting me anywhere (except maybe the closest Aldo showroom)- it does not render me a better/worse person. More importantly- it's not getting me anywhere. Not that I want every single thought to bring me closer to success.. okay that would be quite super.. but that's not what I'm talking about.

Introspection is probably the word I'm looking for- it is completely meaningless to me. I have never felt the need for it, in spite of being pushed in that direction several times. But I'm starting see the importance now that I have become completely unpredictable to myself. I have self diagnosed myself with bipolar tendencies- it is actually creeping me out- bouts of wallowing in self pity immediately followed with uncalled for cheerfulness accompanied by an excess of really really bad jokes and laughing fits. And I am faking neither of these extremes- it's just who I am. And finally I come to the million dollar question: Who am I? (must not answer with Spiderman . no no no)

I've lost interest in this.But I will post it- the result of an hour at work.

Thought for the day

Wish
Upon a fish
Because to find a star
You'll have to go pretty damn far

That girl is so dangerous...

It rolls out the red carpet for itself marking its grand entry. No, I'm not talking about the Queen but the most unwelcome guest of all time. Is it a woman? Is it a man. NO. It's MENstruation !

And like all men, it makes one suffer like never before (or so it feels like), irritable and prone to suicidal urges. Most of you have understood the state I'm writing this in.

The only escape from this dreadful affliction is to get pregnant- which comes with its own set of problems, not to mention a howling little bundle of joy. It's time we accepted that we are completely dictated by hormones. (So much for womens' empowerment ^_- )

So moving on (or back) to one of the prime aspects of this phenomenon.. PMS- pre menstrual syndrome. Don't pay heed to the 'pre,' this starts prior to, but lasts throughout the ordeal. Many of us have had the pleasure of dealing with it directly or have at least been at the receiving end from one of our female friends. So what is it all about? It is that time of the month when a lady decides to give up on being civil and creates havoc for all those around. The pain is enough to make her nonchalant towards most other things. And during these difficult times, in Eminem's words "I don't mean to be mean, but that's all I can be."

So don't take at face value a woman who is snappy

Maybe on the inside, she's just being crampy :(

Which is a feeling very very crappy

So be understanding and make her happy

(After all, we do give you babies and occasionally bake brownies)

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I blame this post on YOU.