Happy Birthday

Dispassionate love is what makes me want to write. Absolute boredom, is what it takes for me to put thoughts into a form. When all options that promise entertainment and/or abstain from hard work of any sort run out, that’s when I consider writing. Well it’s either that or a rerun of Breaking Bad.

Since it is an imminent threat, I would like to write about birthdays. I have mixed feelings about them. While I enjoy being at birthday parties and participating in related activities (mostly eating); this approval takes a turn south when the date is 18^th of April and the birthday is mine.

I’m grateful when one out ten of my Facebook friends choose not to keep scrolling down and actually write something kind on my wall. But I see it for what it is, an intentionally considerate, stylistically funky, formality. And this is like the most comfortable part, I mean attention on social media is something I crave for. And yet I am complaining. Why? Because of the reasons below:

In places unlike Facebook, where anonymity means safety (classroom), being a birthday boy is like sitting on a time bomb. It’s only a matter of time until someone communicates the occasion to the whole class, especially to the teacher. This is of course problematic. First of all people then expect treats in exchange for wishing me a happy birthday and that can include the teacher himself. I mean there is no way one can respond to, “Where is my party?” other than by offering an awkward and reluctant invitation. And secondly there are chances of me becoming the vulnerable center of notorious attention.

But nothing quite compares to irritation of going through painfully dull conversations with effectively strange people i.e. relatives. Don’t get me wrong. It’s these conversations that I find irritating, not the person with which these conversations are had. At this point I feel the need for redundancy in emphasizing the fact I am of course grateful to all my family and friends for all their wishes but the repetitiveness of the dialogues indeed renders an irrelevant and irrefutably irritating impact.  

In general, the reason for my qualm might be the added responsibility of being socially genial and the overwhelming feel of being at the center of attention. These aren’t so bad but are in misalignment to my ways and habits.

So, what is the point of this post? Nothing. It’s equivalent to complaining about having too much cherry on my cake. Excuse my equivocation, I am distracted, for my birthday is coming and there are places I need to be at. Places with people.

Words Like a Charm

Some things are about being written. Then why don’t I write enough on this blog? Maybe because some things are about being read. Then why don’t people read it?

I am a fan of most of the things I write. Most of the things I write are passive, and not even aggressive. I mean who has a title like “Words like a charm”? Titles are important, even so that I had a two fold increase in readership in an hour due to fancy titles given to carelessly unfiltered, mostly nonsensical and intentionally pointless pieces of text disguised as a scheduled attempt to enlighten the masses.

So between writing posts that are satisfying yet unacknowledged and posts that are for show and tell, here I am, with the intend for dissecting “online chat”  (hope the title makes some sense now). So on account of being one, I hope to write on behalf of all the other chirpy chatters.

First of all, texting one another is a great and singular solution to many things. It’s the best, nothing against it. I mean why waste energy on an active vocal conversation on anything, when one can simply drop a bomb and react to the consequences when one seems fit. And if the matter is pressing enough, there is always the option of going back and forth on the phone. To solidify my advocacy for texting I invite the reader to explore the web on benefits of letters and add the adjectives instant, inexpensive and casual to them.

Now coming to those who say, “I’d rather text”. Why so? Why do we prefer to text? Is it a cult thing that we wish to be a part of? Is it the fact that talking to someone doesn’t have the added feature of pretension boosted by exaggeration? Or is it because the person on the other side would rather have you read than heard? It’s none of these alone and none of these in wholesome.

Sometimes it’s about putting a layer of excitement over the reality of mediocrity and sometimes, it’s a cover of calmness for instances of emotional intensity. Sometimes it’s for the expression of undeserved, pitiful laughter and sometimes, it’s about disguising pleasure with discomfort with the purpose of extracting apologies or confessions. From the most silent representation of apparent, out loud laughter (LOLs); to the most glorified statements of clueless feelings (statuses); texting for some is a tool of communication, while others suffer from the addiction of it.

PS: I see a potential mine of dramatic statuses above.