Coffee mug in hand, here I go……

So I’m not dead yet. On the outside anyway. I died on the inside few years ago, the day when I realized that my smooth asian hair is falling out. Talking about hairy issues, I almost stumbled in disbelief the other day upon spying not one but two(!) white hairs on my head. Good Lord. So now its official. I’m old.  Not even 21 yet, and I’ve already been put out to pasture.

Anyway, I sort of needed a break. “ A break from what?” some of you may ask in a hushed tone. Good question, however, history teaches us that some questions are better left unanswered. 

All kidding aside, I couldn’t write. I mean, seriously, I was saving million drafts per day but nothing quite right.

So the past few weeks have been kind of surreal. Mostly because I have not felt like talking to anyone. For the first time in my life, it’s like I have nothing to say.

I don’t know what it is but it’s like been very quite in these here parts. Which is very unusual because I even talk when I’m sleeping. Maybe its just too much of post -exam trauma or the excess caffeine is wearing off , or my brain has gone into coma and forgotten to inform me or something like that. Shit, I can’t even hear the voices in my head. It’s like all of them got together and decided to go for a road trip leaving me behind.

I aint really anti-social even though I talk to a very selected few( not because a lot of people cannot stand and understand me), but this is even strange for me. I mean *me* not wanting to talk is like Charlie Harper refusing to have sex or Lady Gaga not horrifying us with her zany outfits. Hell, I haven’t even clogged my friend’s minds with my moronic opinion for quite a while.

I have this uncanny urge to put my head in the sand. Metaphorically, of course.  As I said, it’s quite strange for me. I ALWAYS have something to say. About everything. Even about things I don’t know shit about.  Like that time when I gave an advanced discourse about “getting deflowered” to one of my friends who was about to “do” his girlfriend.( I had to tell him what goes where and how. By far, one of the worst nights of my life. I still shiver and puke when I think about it.)

I hope this ends soon. ‘Cause I don’t want to turn into one of those people who speak very little and always think and weigh their words before they say anything.

I just want to go back to being th blabbermouth, the weirdo, with a ton of supressed issues, who says everything that comes to his mind because he does not have a filter. THAT person people want to always keep little drunk because if he is sober, he might be tempted to take over the world. Ting!