So today while listening to my lecturer harping about something i cant seem to recall at the moment,i thought to myself,what am i doing here?how did i end up in this mess?I felt like leaving the lecture to go and ‘live my life’ as they say.Fortunately for my parents,i ended up sitting though the class,and the one after it.
My urge however got me thinking about how my life doesn’t seem to be mine.Sometimes i feel as though am an outsider:watching my life drift by.I mean,my schoolwork’s pretty much all cut out for me,sparing a few hours for study is mandatoy for the course i am pursuing,my social life is virtually non existent(apart fom the girl in class whom i wink at,she probably thinks i have seizures all the time,evidenced by the worried looks she thows back in my direction!).
So as you can see,i dont have the choice of spontaneity in my life(though i realise that if it is predetermined,its pobably not spontaneous).its as though my life is scripted and all i am,is a character in a book about me.I know by now you are probably thinking,’dude you have a boring life’,but i think its actually interesting knowing that my life isn’t in my hands but in my author’s quill(cool? yeah i know).all i can do right now is sit back and wait for what the next page holds for me(as long as it doesn’t involve taking an arrow to the knee, wth??)
Okay,so am not exactly a pro blogger or even a rookie one for that matter.Am just a lazy dude who is fascinated by writing;seeing people playing with words in different ways to produce a finish filled with aesthetic brilliance.so this is my first piece and i hope to write many more.
The other day, i was involved in an argument with my brother about ‘love’.My point was that love is overrated and if we think about it closely,its just a decision.Think about it,what really makes you say you love someone?isn’t it just a decision you made?cant you just as well stop loving the same person?
In all the many chick flicks i have watched,the realization of the girl that she loves someone usually strikes like a lightning bolt,as if its something beyond their control,well in actual sense they’ve just convinced themselves that they love someone.
don't you think its overrated/
Have you ever thought of the difference between love and like?and don’t say love is more like.Is there a line between these two emotions?Think,how far does like go and where does love begin?What makes it appropriate to tell a girl on your first date that you like her but inappropriate to tell her you love her?
I think its these subtleties about relationships that women use to give men hell.Think about it.